Short Love Letters To Her Novels & Stories

It is 1:30 pm here in Los Angeles, I am waiting in my apartment since sunrise, a message from her has still not arrived. I hear a sudden knock on the door, I rushed to the door to her. A letter from her, but not her. My heart has been yearning for a reply and here it is, whatever it says, “I still love her”. I tore apart the envelope to find her beautiful handwriting: Dear Dustin

She just noticed, all these stationery papers, she complimented them all. "You're damn silly," she whispers, opening her chosen letter. May 05, 2018 I hope this letter has been delivered on the exact date, Anna. Happy Anniversary! I know when you read this one, I'm probably long on the other side. Stop being a crybaby! Stop following me and chase something you love more than I am! You won't know which side is greener if you only keep watering me with your tears.

She opens it and looks at me. —Is it...? —I said I'd only give them to you in person. I couldn't come that month. Breaking promises isn't my style, darling —I pause briefly, waiting for her to say something, but she doesn't —It was a total of 537 days. That's two years without seeing you. In those letters, you'll find, in my own handwriting, everything I've missed about you, every flaw that draws me in. Each one also contains the memory of a song that reflects how I feel for you—songs that understand the intensity of it.

Before leaving, she had left him a letter. Din had been unsure if she had gone. He went to her room and checked the closet, but her clothes were still there. He sighed and started to read the letter that Jessie had left behind. "I should have told you how I really feel a long time ago. I am sorry I had to say it now that it is already late for us. I love you, Din Cooper. Since the day we left for our honeymoon, I have loved you. The best thing that has ever happened to me was spending time with you. I apologize for the way I have treated you harshly over the past few months. I had my reasons, and it concerns both of us. When the time is appropriate, I suppose I'll let you know why. Din, I lo

I’d take existing near you over anything else. She hesitated. Then typed: Maybe. She hit send. Three dots danced. Maybe is still my favorite word. But I’m gonna keep hoping it turns into yes. I’d frame the word ‘maybe’ if it meant it came from you. She laughed again, cheeks aching now. Another text: Also... just FYI. I’ve loved you since I was five. Just wanted to remind you. Crayon solidarity and all. She bit her lip, heart pounding. More dots.

She remembered the first letter. Her heart was beating so fast it seemed like it would escape her body. She searched frantically through the papers on the desk, searching for the first letter, desperate to find some sort of answer. She ripped open the letter, ignoring the seal, as soon as she laid hands on it. Dearest Edwina, I’ve always loved you, and I know you still love me too. Meet me at Languine’s on Main Street. We can be together again. Your love,

I opened the letter /dear Mercy I’m sorry I hurt you, if I didn’t become part of your life you wouldn’t go through what you went through, I realized that I didn’t love you enough when your husband jumped in to take a bullet for you when he believed you when I didn’t, he loves you with every fiber of his bones, I am leaving for good this time hopefully I will find me another you. Love Devin/

[ Felicity ] My love Alexander, I won't be with you when you'll be reading this letter.I know you feel pain of loosing me but trust me it's million times harder for me to stay away from you.You aren't just my love, my life partner or the mate you call it,you are my soul,a piece of me,my heart and my everything.I can't imagine to live a single moment without you but you know, it's not necessary that whatever we think, the same happnes with us.

She closes my bedroom door behind her, before she removes her jacket. "Everything is fine," I reply. What the hell. I fold the letter open, unable to withhold my curiosity any longer. The note isn't too long, the writing small, intricate in its perfection. Such a perfect example of Shinee. My lovely mate. Writing this gives me that feeling, like I'm writing to my doting lover, like this a game of romance between two people who actually love each other. Except, you don't love me, do you.

She thanked him repeatedly. Barlen, with a faint smile, said, "No need to thank me. Consider it a graduation gift. Also a thank you for the ZIPPO you gave me." He paused deliberately before adding, "My girlfriend also liked that ZIPPO, said it was quite unique. I don't know what gifts young girls who just graduated like, so choosing this bag was her suggestion." Lydia's smile froze. It took her a long while to recover. Before she could even hint at her feelings, he had subtly rejected her.