Love Letter From The Future Novels & Stories

continue. "...when you needed me the most. Sadly, all your life. But we can't go back in time. The past is in our heads and the future in our hands, let me help you with the future" "Let me guess, the future is Anita" "You can say that, but you know what they say. Marry a girl that loves you not the one you love"

"Dear Jared, this letter was written to the you ten years into the future from when we first promised each other to return to college and pick up the time capsule. Thank you for coming into my life and becoming my most important significant other. "Ten years later, we'll definitely have gotten married and had two children. When the time comes, we'll bring them here to witness the proof of their parents' love for each other. I hope that ten, 20, and even 50 years into the future, we'll still be as happy and in love as we are now." Yvonne's breath caught in her throat. This was a love letter she had written to Jared. Memories of the happy and sweet moments she had once shared with him, spannin

Meanwhile, Claire had been calling Oliver repeatedly, but the only response she got was static beeping. Oliver had really blocked all her numbers! But even as she was fuming, a waiter arrived with a parcel, "Ms. Young? A present from a Mr. Oliver Cross." Just seeing the parcel put Claire's mind at ease, and she decided that Oliver was just playing hard to get. And since he couldn't cause a scene here, he just decided to skip out, but was still nice enough to send Stan a gift. Everyone hence watched as Stan unwrapped the parcel, revealing a tea set.

We went from seeing each other every day to once every three months. Yet, every time he came back from a business trip, he would come home first and bring me a flower. And I would make him a simple bowl of noodle soup, just like I used to when we were kids. That day was just like any other. I made the noodles and waited for Felix to come home. I waited and waited, but instead, I got a call from the hospital. Time no longer mattered to Felix. Because my love was forever frozen at the age of 20.

"But who sent it? Lyra is gone. The Editor is in the mail. The Owner is a puddle of ink." "The Future doesn't have a sender," Cian said, his voice unusually grave. He stepped forward, his eyes shimmering with that gold-ink light. "The Future is just a place where everything we haven't done yet happens." Mina reached out. Before I could stop her, she flicked the brass latch.

Years ago, he told me it held his "original heart." On a whim, I reached out and entered the combination: my birthday. With a click, the safe opened. There were no gold bars, no secret files. Just an old tin box. Inside was a single, yellowed letter addressed to "My future wife, Viola." My fingers trembled as I opened it. The paper was brittle, the handwriting young but strong. Viola, When you read this, we must be married, right? Do I kiss you every morning and tell you I love you? Have I taken you skiing? I know it's your favorite. Have I made you the most envied Mrs. Whitestone?

At that moment, I knew I had come back to the day I first received that call from my future self. The woman on the phone, who claimed to be me from ten years in the future, warned me not to say yes when Kieran asked for the car. At first, I did not believe it. Her number looked the same as mine, but I thought someone was only playing a prank on me. But then she said things about me that no one else knew. She named every secret I ever hid. Thus, I had no choice but to believe she really was the future me. She swore that Kieran would take my BMW and hand it over to the collectors to clear his debt.

I had so many questions, but I knew what she needed now was reassurance. “Well, Kaya, loving me is a good thing, because I’d never leave you for her, and I’d never hurt you. And I have a surprise for you.” Her eyes lit up. I walked to my cupboard and pulled out a box. I placed the small red box in her hands. “I was going to give this to you at home.” She happily began unboxing it. She pulled out the small letter. To my future wife, Kaya. I know I said I didn’t do love. I couldn’t fall in love, but I guess I was wrong. Because I’m head over heels in love with you. I think about you every time, and I just want to make you happy. Hopefully, this necklace makes you smile.

In the afternoon, I mysteriously receive a text message from myself seven years in the future. Thinking it's some kind of new scam, I don't even bother reading it before replying, "Get lost, scammer!" However, the sender sends a photo of an empty bottle of sleeping pills and replies, "I'm not a scammer, but I really am dying. Break up with Crystal. Today will be the first day she cheats on you. "Her first true love just returned from abroad today. His name is Reuben Knight." I'm stunned. I'm about to make fun of the scammer for lying so blatantly to me because I clearly know that I am Crystal Harper's first love. At that moment, the door behind me opens. Crystal then strides in with a m

Just then, my phone screen lit up. That same unknown number—the one that had been silent for seven years—had sent me a short message. "Congratulations. You rewrote your destiny. May you have peace in every year ahead and a future filled with endless possibilities." I stared at the screen as a wave of relief washed over me. I still didn't know what that mysterious app had really been. Maybe it was another version of me from a parallel universe. Maybe it was simply the universe giving me one final chance. I typed two words and sent it. "Thank you."