Love Letters For Her That Make Her Cry Novels & Stories

Liking her felt like something from another lifetime. A single tear slid down her cheek. Her lips parted slightly, her voice soft and broken. "I'm sorry… All these years, I was the one who failed you. I know I don't deserve your love anymore, but I also know no one else in this world will ever treat me the way you did. I can't live without you. Colin… Please, let's not get divorced." Once upon a time, seeing her cry like this would have broken me. But now, there wasn't even a flicker of sympathy left—only exhaustion and the urge to be done with it.

I suddenly remembered what my Mommy told me before. ‘A woman should never cry over a man. Because real man won’t make you cry, if that man loves you he won’t make you cry. If you’re going to cry, it’s not because he hurt you, it’s because he made you happy and that’s what they called tears of joy.’

he whispers, gently rubbing my back. I shake my head. “Laurel, there is a sacredness in tears, they are not a mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than a thousand prayer recitals. Your tears, they are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.” He pulls back and brushes away the wet strands of hair that are now plastered on my face. “You can cry.” And I do. The dam that had held my tears, grief, bitterness and anger in check finally burst and I let out an ear-piercing scream; a scream that curses at the Moon Goddess for taking away the man I love, for being so relentlessly cruel and unfair.

Not being loved by my mate is more painful than death. Her thin back trembled slightly and her faint sobs were very clear in the quiet air. I gripped her shoulders and made her turn to face me. "Mera, I love you. It's true. I'm not lying to you." I kissed her eagerly. I don't want her to shed any more tears. Every time she cried, it was very painful for my heart. She accepted my kisses while shedding tears. Her eyes are red like a rabbit's. "Do you love me? What proof do you have that you love me?" She asked with red eyes, pounding my chest angrily.

She makes no attempt to wipe it. “Why are you crying?” I build the courage and I ask her. She laughs humorlessly and strokes her long shiny hair. “Why am I crying?” She repeats my question. “I fell in love with a deceptive alpha, I am for sure doomed for a heartbreak because what if everything he told me was a lie, to begin with?” Her words have me speechless.

I've been rejected again! I looked down at her as her hands caressed my face sending waves of electricity down my spine. She wiped the tears that were already spilling. Damn! I'm crying because of a girl. Love sure sucks but unrequited love sucks more! "Jade," She called "I love you and that's why it breaks me so much that I'm the reason you are going through this and I'm so sorry about that." She looked at me with eyes full of sincerity.

I cried, my tears trickling down our enjoined hands. "Ryan, I swear to you, if you don't wake up this minute, I'm going to do something we will both regret," There was no sign of movement from him yet. "Ryan please," I whimpered, resting my head on his hand weeping furiously. "You know what? If you open your eyes right now, I'm going to tell you how much I love you, not as your sister but as a usual girl who has had the biggest crush on you since she came into this world, I am going to make you my lover and I am going to fuck you so bad," I buttered, giggling at my choice of words.

I LOVE YOU, MORE THAN SANITY ALLOWS. I just can't stop the tears from splattering my eyes. I am going to cry at any moment, and I do not want to look sad. Not now. Tears roll down my face like waterfalls. I lie down hugging the photo, or rather, the love described in the message and wet the pillow with my tears.

"I'm so fucking sorry." I let the tears freely fall. And soon, the rain comes, pouring down and drenching my clothes as I sink to the muddy ground. My eyes never once leave the tombstone, treating it like it's her eyes...she had the most beautiful eyes...and I could spend all day getting lost in them.... Leila...I love you...

Even when I walked up to her back, she doesn’t stop staring. “Do you like it?” I asked and watched her nod. “It’s pretty.” She confessed then turned around to stare at me. Her blue eyes filled with tears. “I love it.” She added, a smile curling up her lips as she blinked back the tears threatening to flow down. She cried literally over everything. She cried because she loved me. She cried because she loved the necklace. She cried because the ones she loved betrayed her. Love. Love was like an onion when it came to her.