Love Letters To Crush Novels & Stories

" Silas announced as he bursted into fits of laughter. I scowled at him, my eyes going into tiny slits. Oh, thank God. Thank God. So he didn't know I have a crush on him, he was just messing with me, silly human being. If only he knew. "Hey, I was only joking." He said to me when I practically ignored his laughing ass. I gave him an eye roll after some more seconds. "I don't like you. How would you even think that?" I asked with as much nonchalance I could muster up.

I smiled innocently, “so mind to tell me who your lover is?” “Well,” Olive shifted in her seat, “it isn’t my lover though.” I nodded, waiting for her to continue. “I don’t know if you remember I have ever told you about my crush?” She said carefully, lowering her tone for an octave. “Yeah, I do. What about him?” “I don’t think I can win his heart. He has set his eyes for another girl. And I’m pretty sure he is the loyal type.” “Wait,” I turned my body facing her, “so your lover isn’t the same person as your crush?”

“Don’t do this. Don’t do that. You can’t talk to this person. You’re too naive. You’re boring. You’re this. You’re that.” He looked stunned. “You’re so annoying,” I said, my voice shaking now. “Do you know that?” He ran a hand through his hair. “You’re drunk.” “You are lucky I like you, unless—” I stopped, swaying slightly. His expression changed. “What?” he asked quietly. “You like me?” I laughed. A soft, broken laugh. “Like you?” I whispered. “I don’t like you.” He didn’t move. “I love you.”

‘Hey Jacob here save this number’ By the time I finally send the message, my heart is thumping like a drum. She doesn’t answer me. Of course, she doesn’t answer me. She isn’t desperate like me. Although I sent the text barely two minutes ago. I have a stupid crush on her, after all. First crush of my life, for christ’s sake.

Thank you for reading "Love And Secrets❤️ I love you guys so much 🥺=== Fuck friendship! Fuck my fucking crush on him! Fuck their stupid fight! Fuck... Fuck everything! It's all fucking bullshit!

He had kept two, so he could reread the what he had wrote, and attempted to feel how Jeremy would feel, while reading the letter. Dear Jeremy, I've always had a crush on you, since you saw me crying over my spilled milk on my first day at kindergarten, and then offered me yours. I could never forget how you always stood up for me whenever you see me getting bullied. You're like my savior. Always tried to see if I was getting bullied. And this made my feelings even deeper for you. I've always admired you from afar. But now, I've chosen to make my feelings known, because I feel you deserve to know... I love you Jeremy. - O'Connell.

she teased. It was deeper than that. Crushes were for young and foolish vampires with no sense of the world and its modalities. What Kira and I had was real love. I told her that I loved her the last time we saw and I meant those three words with all my heart. She made me feel more at peace than I had ever been after centuries on this earth. I would do anything for her.

I whispered sadly. He stroked my back comfortingly, "I woke up screaming "I love dicks! In an auditorium, in the middle of a very important lecture. The girl I liked was there, the most embarrassing moment ever. Saddest, the years I didn't know your name or what you looked like." "Oh," I murmured. He laid down straight, still maintaining our eye contest. "Your first crush, like, kiss and love?" "One girl named Coral in third grade, my fourth-grade teacher, a random girl I met in a club, and Sinead," I ran my eyes over his face and then studied his eyes to see so much hate replaced the lust for me. He really hates her.

It was a secret buried in the depths of her heart that even Krystal or Jessica wasn’t aware of. But what did he do in the end? She tightened her fists and sneered. “Love me? Well, I loved you too. In fact, you were my first crush. Even after everything you did to me three years ago, I still loved you, thinking you’ve changed. But I was so wrong.” “But you know what? Fuck you and fuck your love. If loving someone means playing with their feelings and destroying them till they can’t even stand up again, then I must have been cursed to be loved by you.”

“The only crushing on you I’ve ever done is stomping on your balls in my dreams and popping them like zits.” “You like me. Admit it.” “No.” “I have a file on you. Your last three guys you dated, all big strong men. You have a type, and it is men who are built like me. It’s from your childhood. You’ve crushed on me.” She was getting more and more enraged by the second at his stupid line of reasoning. “Or” she pointed at him, “the only man I was ever really, well and truly in love with, was skinny, short, no muscles, a nerd and sensitive as a woman and he destroyed my heart and soul. I never wanted to be with another man who even remotely reminded me of him and so I went so far in the opposite