Romans & histoires Open Letters To My Boyfriend

“I don’t think we should do it then oppa.” “Why?” “I don’t want to be part of the statistics of people who are desperately waiting for their letters to be read. What if we just write to them and give it to each other instantly.” “There’s no fun to that. I found out that some couples actually write letters here dated in the future.” “So like a time capsule?” “Yes. But in the form of a letter.” “Did they get to read the letters they left for each other?” “That I don’t know. But it depends on us, right?”

I really miss him. The letters helped me a lot to channel my emotions right. Our relationship is slowly but steadily developing. I think I am starting to fall in love with him because the letter I wrote today was not signed as 'your wife Manvi', but as 'yours only Mumu'. I still feel shy about it. I wrote that because he also changed his sign as 'yours only'. I am waiting for the day when we meet again. I blush as I think about it. Somewhere in Dakshina…..

And opened the letter when he had already left. I unfold the letter and glance at it. "Dear Little Princess. You didn't take my words seriously. When I told you to stay away from that guy you didn't listen to me and bring him back after firing him. What are you thinking that I will let you live a love-filled peaceful life? Huh! In your dreams. You can't live with your love when I can't have you. You didn't listen to me, now be prepared to bear the consequences. Prepare yourself to attend your dearest boyfriend's funeral."

He tore the envelope carelessly and unfold the letter inside it. To my love, Alexander Suarez I'm fine here and hope you fine there too. I didn't asked anything about you because I didn't wanted to disturb you in your official works. Please forgive me. I would like to inform you that I'm working on my problem and surely you will get the result of it. I'm not going to break any of your rules and disobey you, please do not worry. Take care of your yourself and please come back soon, I miss you and I love you.

I can't face him right now so I'll just go through the letter. I don't know how to start this letter. I don't know how to say goodbye to you. I don't even know if what I'm doing is right but I only know one thing, it's not right for me to let myself be like this. I know you know what I'm talking about. I'm sorry for making me feel this way. I don't really know why either... It's just that it was there one day. One day I just felt different. Maybe it's because of what you show that I give a different meaning. I'm a fool... I'm sorry if I gave meanings to everything you do. I thought I was important too. I am wrong. I'm the only one who thinks a miracle might fall to the ground and make my tho

Love, Dina Marie ___________________________ September 11, 2015 Dear Maisie, (This thing is called a letter, please pick up a pen and paper to reply to me. You told me you love being my best friend because I'm so old-fashioned, so prove it.) I am not doing anything sketchy. So, please do not follow me around. I promised you that I had changed, didn't I? Please, just focus on taking care of your sick boyfriend. I will be fine.

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.

An email won’t do the job. The first two are addressed to my parents. Each word I write is a catharsis, a way to release all the pent-up emotions that have built up over the years. The third letter is addressed to my sister, a note of hate, and everything i could never say to her. But it’s the fourth letter that takes the longest to write. It's to the guy I love, the one and only Logan Grey, who doesn’t even know my name. /Dear Logan,

I point to the letters and look at him through disgust filled eyes. "What's the meaning of all this Drake?" He blinks "You didn't like the letters?" I feel like throwing my bag at him. "Did i ask you for any fucking letters?" The answer is clear as day and it's no. I didn't ask him for any letters. I asked him for money and he sent me letters. "Do you know how much humiliation these letters have caused me Drake? Do you know how much disgrace it has brought to me? What would have happened if my boyfriend saw these, did you think of that? Huh Drake?"