Love Letter Make Her Cry Novels & Stories

We stood in silence for what felt like a minute when she finally spoke, there was so much emotion in her voice. "Richard, I'm not— I'm nowhere near perfect, I've made millions of mistakes, mistakes that I could never tell you because I know if you ever found out about those, you'd leave me. But one thing I can tell you is that I've regretted every single bad thing I've ever done the day you walked into my life. You were so innocent, so kind and so handsome and you looked at me differently, you didn't see what other people saw when they looked at me and you changed something inside me. The day you spoke to me, the day we first kissed, the day I told you I love you and you said it back, the da

I will not cry I tell myself. The old lady reaches across and pats my hand, “there, there sweetheart. It’s just a lover’s tiff. He has strong feelings for you, don’t worry he will come round.” She is so sweet and kind, that it makes me want to cry even more. I bite my lower lip to try to prevent the tears from falling and having mascara all over my face and ending up looking like something from a gothic movie.

“Shut up.” I type back slowly. Maybe a little. Three dots appear instantly. Don’t. My chest physically tightens. God. Why does everything he says hit so hard now? Another message appears. You’re not ruining me. The tears hit immediately. Again. Honestly I’m starting to feel personally victimized by my own emotions. “Are you crying AGAIN?” Lila asks dramatically. “No.” “Yes you are.” I wipe quickly at my eyes. “This is embarrassing.” “No,” she says softly this time. “This is love.”

she responds with a nod, giving me a peck on the lips. "Sorry," she chuckles, her voice cracking in tandem. Another tear escapes, but she promptly wipes it away before I can reach it this time. "I just can't believe you're here, with me... I thought I lost you for the second time." She continues to pour her heart and soul out for me, and all I can wonder is if she could possibly become any more beautiful than this. "Damn, I hardly ever cry during sappy moments. Look what you made me do," she jokes with that gorgeous smile of hers. And if I weren't already captivated enough, my heart nearly falters when she raises herself up to kiss my tears away, all while asking, "why were you crying, thoug

Her beautiful face was scrunched up in pain. "No! Please, I can't lose you! Just hold on!" I was scarcely aware of the tears that streamed down my face. But I couldn't stop it. Sola giggled lightly. Her breath was so faint, it was like a whisper. "Are you really crying? Big man like you?... Please don't cry, Alex.... I love you so much..." "You've been the best man for me, you've made my life meaningful. You're a good, strong man. And... I hope you can be strong for me now.. I'm so.. So sorry.. That I wouldn't be able to share my.... love with you."

Liam opened the package and as he saw the photos it lost its color a little. - How... ?! - Liam, I'm tired of begging for your love. I thought at that moment I would be crying and screaming, but no. No more tears. I've wasted a lot of time on this. Now I had a slight smile on my face and when it wasn't the smile, I didn't let him know what I was feeling. So my expression was neutral. I'm enjoying this new Luna Harrison. - Luna, I... - You don't need to explain yourself.

He was furious that Ruth wouldn't listen to his explanations. “Haha….”Ruth laughed through her tears.Her newly dried tears started to fall again, big and heavy. She quickly wiped them away, her bloodshot eyes sharp as a dagger, starting at Liams face as if wanting to cut it open to see if there was blood underneath those masks “mistook me!!!!?.... You claimed…” She asked with A sad bitter smile on her lips.. “Can someone truly in love make such a mistake?” She didn’t want to shed another tear for this man, but the dull ache in her heart was impossible to ignore.

“Even when you made it hard. Even when I hated you… I loved you.” He turns to me fully, holding my hand. “You have no idea,” he says quietly, “how lucky I am to be loved by someone like you.” The words crack something in me. I can’t hold it anymore. The tears fall, hot and fast. Carlos reaches out, brushing them away with his thumb. I let out a watery laugh. “It’s the hormones,” I sniffle. “I swear.” He chuckles softly. “Blame them all you want. You’re still the most beautiful crier I’ve ever seen.”

He was crying also and her silent tears turned into painful sobs. "Please..." She whispered, begging, "Don't do this..." "I love you..." He repeated, his grip on her face tightening, "I love you... Hear me out. Give me a chance...I love you..." She cried. Wept bitterly while he kept reaffirming his love for her over and over again and just as she was about to give in, to let herself make the mistake she knew they would regret... He fell.

I feel like anytime soon I will just go immediately crazy just by thinking about this text message. But Ma'am Alexandria would not have replied "I love you too" if Sir Franco had not sent her "I love you" first, right? Make sense, right? And with that thought, I feel like my heart was being stabbed repeatedly inside my chest. I am the kind of girl that did not curse but if it is true that they still have a relationship and Sir Franco is just fooling me, then fuck him! My tears quickly flowed as I was still staring at the phone that I am still holding.