Short Love Letters To Her Novels & Stories

‘It’s your butterfly and this is your favorite book, and are you giving them to me? She smiled the sweetest. And then she flipped the book on the last page, at the blank page she wrote me a letter. Eric, Thank you, Eric. If it is not because of you, and everything you do for me, I wouldn’t know this kind of love exist. If only I could ask God one thing, I would ask him to give you to me. For all my remaining days I would never forget how you made me feel loved. Whatever happens please know that I love you. Love, Irina

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.

"She loves only you and wants to do everything with you." Enjoy reading it :) Love to all <3

" I received this letter early in this morning. I was in my home as it was the wedding day. Yes, I was getting married today. Always knew though that Parth would not come at the wedding. No one can see the person they love getting married to other. However I never understood how could he love me that much. We never spent that much time with each other. Few years in childhood and after then we met just last year. He didn't want his love for me to let go when he knew I would never be his. My eyes were already filled with tears. I love Parth but its platonic Just like how I love Anie and Ashi. Speaking of them they barged in my room arguing about something. Hiding the tears I carefully placed t

"But I can feel the weight in each word” He crossed the room slowly, kneeling beside her. "Then let's read them together”. She handed him the first envelope. The date read: Three weeks after I left. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Letter One: Damon, You were in my dreams last night. We were laughing. You kissed my shoulder while I stirred coffee. I don't know if that was memory or imagination, but it felt real. It felt like home. I hate that I still miss you. But I do. Even now.

"You sound like you just uncovered buried treasure." "Sort of, I guess," he said, walking toward her. "But it's older. And maybe goofier." He gave it to her. She looked down at the yellowed ink, then back at him. "What is this?" "A letter. To me. When I was twelve." She blinked. "You wrote a letter too. the woman you'd love someday?" "I didn't know much at the time. But I knew I'd want her to get to know me before the world got too wild."

He opened it and saw a hundred love letters hidden inside, every envelope bearing that familiar handwriting. Nelson's eyes went red in an instant. Clueless, the curious child tore open the top letter and started reading aloud. "Hi, Nelson. When you see these letters, we should already be together by then, right? Otherwise, you would never even know these exist. "We have known each other for nineteen years. For all those years before now, you probably had no idea I had liked you for such a long, long time, right? You might want to ask me, "If I like you so much, why didn't I ever tell you? What I want to say is, I know the person you like isn't me. When you look at her, your eyes are basicall

Eager to solidify her victory, she pulled out a stack of yellowed letter papers and worn sketchbooks from beneath the pillow. “Look! These are the love letters I wrote to you during my teenage years, along with drawings of you!” she read excitedly, “You smiled at me again today. I love you so much…” She threw her arms around him, rubbing against his chest tenderly. “I never expected you to like me back. I'm so happy!” Vittorio remained silent for a long time, letting her cling to him. Then, suddenly, his voice broke the quiet. “Let's get married.”

She chuckled, “so you have sent her heart written love letters, sent her flowers, sent her tokens of your affections and admiration, they do have people who deliver these types of mementos you are aware of that correct?” My own hand hit my forehead with such force I’m surprised I didn’t give myself a concussion, “you’re right I should have spoken to you, no I haven’t done any of that, never.” Her hand patted my knee, “then if I were you, I get busy with that hand written love letter as soon as possible, perhaps explain what you’ve now realized has happened these past months,” she shrugged, “it’s worth a try, I can’t promise you she will even open it with what I’ve heard has happened, but at

“How much?” Heck, my love for her was not bound by space or time… I loved her for eternity. No beginning. No ending. “I love you to the moon and back.” I flashed her a smile, knowing how much she loved my cheesy lines. As expected her heart skipped a beat and she began to avert my gaze, feeling shy. I smirked, pulling her into my embrace. Thank goddess for keeping my mate safe. “Why do you think that man asked for the letter? The only letter I have is from my mother. Could they want it for something?” I heard her mumble in my chest.