Open Letters To My Boyfriend Novels & Stories

I’ve been communicating with my fiancé for a long time now over letters. We met each other when we were kids and played together, but around the age of eleven, he moved schools. A few months ago, we started writing letters to each other and I really started to like him. I know it was kind of dumb to like a guy just over letters but I did, I couldn’t help it.

He says, trying to suppress a grin. Taking it and opening it, the first thing I notice is the kiss print on top, making me smile. Hi Hazel, I know that many people don't write letters anymore, but I wanted to and I asked my mommy to help me. I wanted to tell you that I enjoyed the time you came and I hope you come visit me again, I promise that I'll make you a lot of cupcakes and sweets and this time, please stay longer. Roman told me that you got hurt, I'm sorry and Roman is sorry too.

Because we're sisters by heart. I texted my boyfriend to keep safe and I reminded him that I love him so much. I'll keep on believing that my dreams will come true!

but that doesn't mean I'm not hurt. "Anny, why are you doing this baby? I'm sorry I didn't pick you from class, but I got lost kitten, I need my mama bear to hold my hand you know" he says making my heart skip one, okay maybe two beats. "But if my mama bear want to hide in the bathroom, I won't know my way around. People would think I'm mama-less" he says making my tears start again! I can't do this to my boyfriend, I opened the door slowly, first poking my head out, Thalia and Mathew were both waiting for me outside, they looked worried about me, Matty looked like he's about to cry, feeling bad for him, I finally leave the bathroom.

he said and I couldn't help myself from blushing. "It's not even a day, my dear boyfriend," I said coyly. "But it feels like a year to me," he said. "Are you drunk?" I asked. "Always in your love," he said and I couldn't help myself from cackling loud. "You're being so cheesy," I said. He laughed from another side.

Why did we have to find out through a fucking love letter? I scrolled fast, my blood running dry until I got to a photo shared to the school's chat. A letter. Addressed to me. A fucking love letter. And not just a love letterㅡ it had things that he wanted to do to me. And I knew it was Noah's handwriting. No way.

You’re my future. Take all the time you need. I’ll be here when you’re ready. And if you’ll let me, I’ll spend the rest of my life proving to you that you made the right choice by loving me. I love you, okay? Please let me be sure you’re okay. Yours, always, Matteo The pen hovered over the page as I reread the letter. It wasn’t perfect, but it was honest. And that was all I could give her right now. My truth, laid bare.

With a deep breath, I summoned the courage to respond, my voice laced with a mixture of excitement and loyalty. "It's my boyfriend," I said, my voice carrying a hint of affectionate pride. "He's coming to pick me up." The words slipped from my lips, both a declaration of love and a reminder of the unbreakable bond that tied Levi and me together. I mustered a grateful smile, grateful for the company he had provided during this unexpected encounter. "Thank you for your company, Tyrel," I said, my voice carrying a warm sincerity. "I appreciate your understanding. Perhaps one day, you'll have the chance to meet Levi, my boyfriend." I extended the invitation, hoping to bridge the gap between the

If not, it's okay; I won't be offended. I want to be truthful to you about why I haven't been replying, but I'm scared it will only make you stop writing. So in a nutshell, I live with different people every couple of weeks, which is why your letters get sent to my school and will now probably get sent to my high school too if you ever reply back to me. But I wanted you to know that your letters are what keep me going when I feel like crap at night. I read them over and over, and I continuously laugh at how stupid you are because, let's face it,. I must be too if I respond.

I open the letter, blushing as my eyes roam over the words he’d neatly scrawled. Prepare to wear nothing but these for me. Love, your Husband