Short Love Letters To Her Novels & Stories

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.

Each one was carefully preserved in a box with moisture-proof packets. I counted them and found a total of 103 letters. The earliest was from two years ago, while the latest was last Friday. I sat on the floor, opening them one by one. The paper came in pink, blue, and green, smelling faintly of gardenias. Emotions flowed from those beautiful poems, passionate lyrics, and heartfelt confessions. I recognized Desmond's neat handwriting. Writing love letters was his thing. Back in college, he wrote me some, too. Those old letters were still lying in my drawer.

I walked to turn on the lights and my eyes widened. The room is filled with helium balloons and there's our photos attached to every string of the balloons. I looked at it disbelief and I walked slowly to look every photo My eyes landed on the desk , there's a letter on the table. I took it and opened the envelope Autumn North We've been dating for almost 3 years now Being with you always been amazing and unpredictable Thankyou for loving and caring towards me You see how much beautiful memories we created Every single second I really cherish it Thankyou for be the one in my live

She asked, gushing with a huge smile on her face. I paused and blinked. “Please don’t tell me—” “Yup!” she grinned, twirling a strand of hair. “We’re doing long-distance now. He’s actually sweet. Sends me voice notes. Real ones, not those 0.5 second ones that my stupid ex did” A sharp laugh escaped me and I grinned at her. “Oh please” I rolled my eyes. “Sure you like him?” I asked, turning back to her. She paused. “Yeah”

She is feeling shy and am loving to see her like that. “Is that what’s written in that letter?” she asks. I turn around and smile at her. “You think that’s what written in the note?” I say as I snake my hand around her waist and pull her body close to mine. We are extremely close now as our body are against each other. She looks deep into my eyes while I cannot stop noticing her eyes along with those sweet reddish blush on her face. “You’re in love,” I say with a huge smile. “What the hell? That’s not it,” she tries to pull away but I grip her without letting her go. Her restless effort doesn’t help her at all, instead it turns out to be in my favor.

✴LETTER TO MY WIFE️✴️ So many night, I lay alone on the cold empty bed. So many noon, I sit alone in the kitchy garden. Then I knew that, with you, my life is beautiful and fun. I have missed you and I... I'm truly sorry, please come back home, My Luna. Yours Lovely, Ashman ✴️ ✴️ I froze at a spot as my eyes glanced through the letter in my hands. His handwriting was good, I'm impressed but that's not it.

Panting and puffing out violently, wondering if she had done the right thing, or just made a big big fool of her self. She just wrote a love letter to the boy she had crushed on for seven years. She opened the drawer at her side, to read out of the letter she had written. She had kept two, so she could reread the what she had wrote, and attempted to feel how he would feel, while reading the letter. Dear Sam,

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…..

We were separated by only a shoulder's width, yet I could feel the intense affection of a young girl back then, burning like fireworks. The summer breeze carried a hint of the lingering daytime heat. Being close to her, I could feel a warmth in my chest. Even now, I still remembered it. When I accepted her confession, the radiance and excitement in Linda's eyes were unforgettable. She said she would be the perfect girlfriend in the world and would treat me well for a lifetime. The sincere and fervent love of a young girl surrounded me, and I naturally believed it. I never doubted her sincerity, but sincerity can change in an instant.

I roared at her and she just ran from there. I glanced at the letters that Liliana had written for me but never gave me. “You will regret losing me forever. I hope that one day when I'm gone forever you will realize how much I loved you with every single nerve and every single bone in my body. I was truly, deeply, madly, crazily, and head over heels in love with you but it seemed that you did not deserve it. You did not deserve my honesty and my dedication.”