Short Love Letters To Her Mga Nobela at Kwento

“None of your business.” She snorted. “Next time, if she gives me a letter, I’ll just throw it into the fireplace.” I continued reading, ignoring how Olive edged to sit back next to me. I love you, Mad. I didn’t tell you this often, and I’m sorry. I miss you, and I wish I could see you and kiss you before I leave. I just want you to know that you’re always in my thoughts and in my heart. I can’t wait to see you soon. Please, wait for me.

I hope you saw me in yours too . °°°°° ‘All this story for a simple message of I won’t be around for breakfast. He could have just sent a simple text or dropped a message through Albert. And I thought I was dramatic.’ I mused, pressing the letter to my lips, which formed a silly smile. ‘But it’s so sweet and romantic. And he even ended it with ‘love, ‘. Ahh, it’s so cute. And he dreamt of me too.’ My romance-loving heart couldn’t help but melt, and I twirled around the kitchen, swooning like a maiden who received a love letter. Though it wasn’t exactly one, it still made me mushy and feathery.

It was addressed to me, in her delicate handwriting. Dear Alex, I don't know if you'll ever read this, but if you do, I want you to know how much I love you. I've loved you since we were kids, since the first time I saw you playing soccer in the park. You've always been my everything, my dream, my hope.

I would just go ahead to tell you who I am but where's the fun in that? But I'm promising you something. Soon you will know who I am. And you will be mine. And I'll never let you go. I love you(yes I know it's a strong word but I'm absolutely sure of it) Yours sincerly, love anonymous. p.s : your sport wear shots is too short I would love if you wore the tracksuit... I blinked once. Then twice, then again and again and again in shock. Someone wrote me a love letter?

As she read his letter, she popped a grape into her mouth and let the words sink in. The letter read: Hello Beautiful, I’m sorry for the delay. Believe me, it’s far from ideal. I miss you terribly and long for the moment when I can hold you in my arms again. I yearn for your enchanting smile, your intoxicating scent, and the comforting presence of your body beside mine as I fall asleep and wake up each day. I’m doing everything I can to expedite this meeting, and I’ll inform you of the new date as soon as it’s set. We will be reunited before you know it. I know patience is hard, but please hang in there. I love you more than words can express and will be eagerly awaiting your next letter.

“A letter, you wrote me a letter,” I nodded. “I wrote the letter four years ago. I didn’t have any hope for love, I thought my heart was made of stone, and I didn’t believe I could fall in love with someone. So, I wrote the letter. It’s for the girl who’ll end up stealing my heart and becoming my first love. I’m glad that person is you, Derek. I’m happy you’re my first love, my last love, and the only one for me. I love you always, Lily Miller,”

Slowly she raised her hand to look at the letter she'd held tightly in her hands, she opened the letter to read it again for the hundredth time. [I'm sorry for not writing to you for a long time, I was just thinking about how I would tell you that... The sun rises from the east and sets down the west, you appeared in my life like a rising sun, and it takes a lifetimes journey to the west, I want to take that journey with you, through weal and woe, joy or sorrow, as long as it's with you... I love you little hummingbird, I love you so much!] Reading the date this particular letter was written, it was a few weeks after she'd sent the last letter to him and he hadn't replied, he'd probably writ

I looked at him and there was this longing look in his eyes as well as he stared at me. I moved to the next one as I turned to face him. "My love, my heart, and my light. Just like all the letters I've written, I can't stop missing you. I miss your touch, your lips, your hug, your kisses, and most, especially those nights with you. How you traced every part of my skin with those cold fingertips of yours that only lit me up in flames, and unknowingly imprinted you touch in my soul. " I looked at him in between every line, feeling a bit immersed in the letter.

"But seriously, who writes letters these days when cellphones are in the range now?" "My lover does. She's old fashioned and I love her that way," I said sheepishly. He laughed. "Tarry no longer, Romeo. Your lover is awaiting your letter." He replied, still laughing as he walked out the door. I smiled. "Your lover awaits your letter too, Skye. Five years is a long time of separation." I said to myself aloud beyond the reach of his ears. I walked into my room and picked up a pen and a paper. I exhaled. "Dear Ava," I began to write.

She supported him, her eyes full of shyness as she spoke in a flirtatious tone. "So you came up with this plan, deliberately using Sera as a cover to make me your mate? You like me that much?" "Yes, like... really like..." "My phone is full of your pictures, and my notes have all your likes and dislikes. I've had your contact number pinned at the top for over a decade. Every time you text me first, I'm so excited I can't sleep all night. I've even written you so many love letters. Would you like to read them someday?"