Love Notes For A Crush Novels & Stories

It's the kind of person who throws into the crowd and no one will pay attention. The panic in his pale blue eyes hadn't disappeared yet. The scratches on his face had dried up into dark red streaks of blood. Under the dim light, bruises could still be seen under the chin and cheeks. His face now looked like he had just come out of some kind of fight, not to mention the pale face as if he was about to die. Perhaps Alex wouldn't have expected, later on, that person who "even threw into the crowd no one would pay attention" would make him fall madly in love.

may be my heart is correct because if he don't love me he can wish for anything by using the video but he threatened me for marriage arghh I'm confused like hell I seen him sleeping peacefully after giving his insomnia to me he is sleeping peacefully waww how great but who wont fall for this cute face I kissed on his forehead I caressed his hair while saying You Are The One You are the one that makes me weak, Every time I see you, I can no longer speak, You are the one that always makes me blush, And you are my one and only crush... You are the one that makes me sigh, The one that makes my heart soar high For you, Love will be my only action, And from me, you will receive only passion... You

" I paused for a moment. I had admitted to Alex several times that I did love him but it felt different having to admit it to someone else. But regardless, it was always going to be the same answer. "I think so.... I love, Alex. And before you say that it's too soon to fall in love..." "I wasn't" "I just need you to know that this person makes me feel like I am on top of the world. He makes me laugh and whistle in the shower and daydream. It feels like I just had my first crush ever" "Love. Eww, so gross" I slapped his arm with a small pamphlet on the table. "Oh, hush. You need to be more open to love you know. Might find yourself a lucky guy that worships the ground that you walk on"

"If I could go back in time and shake myself, tell myself to wake the hell up, I would. But I can't. All I can do is tell you now—tell you that I love you. I love you so much that it scares the hell out of me. And I can’t imagine a single day, a single breath, without you in it." Tears streamed down my cheeks, mingling with the rain. My hands trembled as I clutched his soaked shirt. "You don’t mean all that. You’re just saying this because you somehow got to know about my silly crush on you. You are just feeling bad for me." I said.

“What’s going on? Is this some kind of prank?” He walked over and leaned down to turn on the bedside lamp. Only then did I notice the look in his eyes. It was soft, yet with an intensity that felt almost possessive. I stared at him, bewildered. He gently stroked my face, his voice carrying a tenderness I had never heard from him before. “Alex, I love you.” My mind went blank. I stared at him in disbelief. “Felix, you—” Before I could finish, he leaned in and kissed me, one hand cradling my back while the other held my head firmly in place, leaving me no room to move.

he said, I blushed as I collected it, it had a tiny rose flower peeping out of it. I opened it briefly, " my love for you is like a flower, it blooms every day" were the first letters I read before closing it and tucking it into my bag. I blushed as I thought about how sweet and thoughtful it was of him. I had only met him once and I didn't assume he was romantic. , "What do you think about this setting" Ahmad asked, it was a beach setting, I had no idea what it was for. "What for?" I asked.

"But I realize that it was just a crush, infatuation. You're my ideal guy, and I chose the university we attended because of you. You were my inspiration in everything I did." He remained confused and surprised by my words, but he kept looking at me, listening intently. I shifted my gaze to the twinkling lights hanging from different parts of the tree and smiled. "But when I met Alexander, I realized the difference between crush and love. Liking someone is that intense passion you feel initially. It's like being drawn to someone's looks or a particular quality." I noticed how his eyes held sadness and regret.

Before I can respond, the line disconnects. And somehow that’s worse. I stare at my phone for a moment before tossing it onto the desk. Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. Ten minutes later, there’s another knock on my door. Felicia enters carrying a box and what looks suspiciously like a coffee tray. I stare at her. “No.” Her lips twitch. “I think your admirer is very determined, ma’am.” “He’s not my admirer.” “Mhm.” She sets everything down carefully on my desk.

Out of sight, out of mind. I had work to do. I wrote for hours. The words poured out of me like venom. I wrote about a girl named Scarlet who lived in a glass tower. I wrote about a greedy uncle who loved money more than blood. I wrote until my fingers cramped and my stomach growled loud enough to echo in the empty penthouse. Lunch. I walked out to the kitchen. On the marble counter, next to the high-end coffee maker, lay a crisp fifty-dollar bill. I stared at it.