Love Letters For Her That Make Her Cry Novels & Stories

"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.

I know you can't read this, but I'm still here, writing a letter almost every day as if there's a chance you'll read it. I'm crying because I can't think of any other way to talk to you and say everything I wanted to say if not this way. I cry because… why is the world so cruel to me? To us? I didn't ask for anything else. I didn't want anything else but to be with you. But why you, who is my only prayer, my only dream, I can’t have? It hurts. It’s very painful. Elroy, please always remember that I love you very much. I love you more than words. More than the promises we’ve made to each other. I love you so much even though it hurts.

This was supposed to make you fall for me but I can see that I have failed with that but still I want to you to know. You are it for me, none other will do I love you. Micah. A love letter: From the person who love you to the ends of the world and back. Micah.

Carefully, as if she’s made of glass, I cage her beneath me and begin to touch. “I love you,” I whisper as I trail gentle, open-mouthed kisses down her neck. She arches beneath me, a small gasp escaping her at the sensation. “I love you,” I repeat against her collarbone, my hands sliding beneath her blouse now to feel her warm skin. “I love you.” Again and again I say the words between kisses, like a prayer, a promise, a plea. When I look up, there are tears in her eyes, glistening in the dim light from the hallway. The sight punches me in the gut. I’ve made her cry. I never wanted to make her cry.

Her eyes, those beautiful, expressive eyes, were half-closed, filled with a mix of desire and tenderness. I brushed a strand of hair away from her face and cupped her cheek, my thumb gently stroking her soft skin. "Fox," I whispered, my voice husky with emotion, "I love you more than words can say. You're the light in my darkest days, the reason my heart beats." She gazed up at me, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. I could see the depth of her feelings mirrored in those stunning orbs, and it made my heart swell with even more love.

"Please." "I just wanted to admire what was mine, baby. You have no idea how much I've missed you. My mind has travelled top speed, twenty four seven. My heart felt empty and so did my whole world. I don't want to make you wait, I just can't help look at you. You're so beautiful." Silent tears rolled down her cheeks and I kissed each one away. "I don't think I'll ever love anyone the way I love you - in fact, I know I won't." She cried, pulling my lips back to hers.

Facing Cherry, I knew there were things left unsaid, feelings left unexpressed. I approached her, taking her hands gently in mine. "Cherry," I said softly, "I want you to know that I love you. You brought so much hope and love into my life in this short period we met, and I'm grateful for every moment we had together. I’m sorry we couldn’t explore our chemistry deep enough to enjoy true love. But I promise I’ll always be with you, and your daughter. Don’t miss me okay? We only met hours ago. I won’t rest in peace if you keep crying like that, okay?” I said to her, with her tears still flowing down like a running tap. “Allow me please, for a day at least, I need to get over the fact that I’ll

Thank you so much. I am half worried that this letter will freak you out. So to prevent that, I am going to take a leap of faith and say "I love you" to you directly. If your response is off, I will never give this letter to you. If you are reading this now- well, that means your response is good, and I'm satisfied enough to be brave and give you this. Are you crying? No? I think you are lying... I know you enough to know that this letter will make you cry. I hope the tears that you shed are happy tears. I wish I was there with you. I miss you.

Then she read it. “You are a love that cannot be seen by the eyes. But its sincerity can be felt in the heart. You are the breath that I always exhale every second. You are the true meaning of all the beauty in this world. Claire, I love you with all my body and soul. Thank you for being a part of my life.”