Novel & Cerita Thinking About You Letter

Wala talaga akong ma-isip na ipapambungad, at nakakahiya naman kung staright to the point dahil hindi namin kami close sa isat-isa. What should I do? I took a deep sigh and closed my eyes. I need to write this letter carefully. I relax my mind and let the ideas flow through hands, I quickly grabbed the fountain Dear Sir, Good morning, I hope your doing well after what happened today. I really appreciate it what you did and I’m so glad that you help us, I hope that won’t be the last. You might be wondering why I’m writing you a letter, I assure you that this is to show how grateful I am.

“Want to talk about it?” I glanced at him, debating whether to share. Aaron had been a good neighbor—kind, thoughtful, always offering a helping hand when I needed it—but we didn’t know each other well enough for me to burden him with my messy thoughts. Still, something about him made it easy to let my guard down. “Someone I care about wrote me a letter,” I admitted. “And it’s… complicated.” “Ah.” He nodded knowingly. “Letters are tricky things. Words on paper can say everything you want to hear, but they also leave you with too much space to think.”

Tell me you're thinking about me too. Oh hell.

But as she checked her notifications, her breath hitched. There was a message from an unknown number, sent at exactly 7:30 a.m. She clicked it open, her pulse quickening as she read the words on the screen: Good morning, Yolande. I trust the walls of your room felt a bit wider last night, and that your dreams were entirely your own. I am holding you to your promise. There is a small, quiet coffee shop on the corner of 4th and Elm,. I will be waiting for you there at 1:00 p.m. Don't keep the defense waiting, counselor. — Lucian.

I’m beyond anxious to see what you think and how you’ll make it your own. I’d intended to keep these pictures to gift to you in person, and while I did keep some for that purpose I needed you to know how my thoughts are never far from you. There is never a night where you’re not all that’s on my mind. I sent this letter through the Alpha, so while I could probably find you out there in the big world if necessary, I’ve not done so, and don’t know your location. So you can reply to him, we meet often and I have been helping with some needs they have as well. It’s been good to be productive in that regard, useful.

Whoever sent this to me wanted to be anonymous. Walking slowly, practically dragging my feet, I climb up the stairs and go to my room. I place the letter on my bed, strip myself naked and step into the bathtub. The water feels so relaxing but I can't seem to relax. I can't stop thinking about the letter. And now I'm wondering if I should cancel the date or not? I'm so confused.

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.

They didn't notice the lovely thing we saw about it. I'm sorry if I sound weird today, but I just want to talk about stuff to get your interest so I can get a reply from you. I hope you're having a good day." OCTOBER "It's been weeks since I've written you a letter. Until now, I haven't gotten any response from you to my previous letters. I'm now wondering whether you've received any of my letters, if this email of yours is being handled by someone, or if you're just choosing to disregard me. I know you know who I am; I know you're over me and have most likely eliminated me from your life for years and I should have been respecting that. But, I tried to forget you as well, but every time I t

I wanted you to know that you made a difference in someone’s life just by being you. I wish I had the courage to give you this letter in person, to look you in the eyes and tell you all of this. But I guess some things never change. I’m still that scared girl, too afraid to take a chance. Maybe one day, our paths will cross again, and maybe then I’ll have the courage to tell you everything. I don’t want to be the weird girl who writes you a love note, so please don’t think of this as one. This is a thank you letter.

You're overthinking this. *There's a lot to think about,* I send back. *Stop thinking. Just come to me.* My hands are shaking. *This is insane.* *Yes.* *We could both lose our jobs.* *I own the company. I'm not losing my job. And I'm not letting you lose yours.* *People will talk.* *Let them.* I close my eyes and take a deep breath. *Why me?* I type. *You could have anyone.* The three dots appear and disappear several times. Then finally: