Thinking About You Letter Novels & Stories

And this time it won’t be having few words. Smiling to myself, I held the pen and started writing the letter to Ashley Walters. Because we were leaving today and this letter needed to reach her on time. “Dear bi*tch! How are you? This is me again…

He knows when someone is trying to get something over on him, and he will see right through me if I try to make excuses. So with that thought in my head, I grip my pen harder, lean over, and start the letter that I hope will signal a return to the life I once knew. Walker, I love you…

"Will you be alright? She asked as I was set to go, the three were all worried, they all thought I was thinking about the situation in school. "Yes" I replied plainly. "Natalie... You don't have to think much about it's okay? I already took care of it, so the scandal is now in the past so you don't worry" she assured kindly and I felt a familiar warmth seize me, Mrs Smith is really very kind. "Thank you Mrs Smith" I said in gratitude and I started to walk towards class. "Hey" Adrian called but I still don't want to talk to him right now, I have forgotten to read his letter, I wonder what's in it, I was thinking when I felt a hold.

The idea that maybe I wasn’t supposed to carry all of it felt strangely foreign. And strangely comforting. I hated that. I hated how much a few handwritten sentences could affect my mood after months of pretending criticism, pressure, and expectations didn’t get to me, because whoever this person was somehow understood things that most people either ignored or misunderstood completely. Before I realized it, I had read the letter three times. Then four. Then five. Each pass revealed something slightly different. Not advice. Not judgment. Understanding. That was what made the letters dangerous. Understanding. Nobody should have that much access to my thoughts.

"Neither do I. But until we know who sent that letter, it's not negotiable." James grabbed my finger and held on with the startling grip of someone four months old who had already decided he was not letting go of anything. I looked down at him. I looked at Kora in her bouncer. I thought about the nineteen-year-old girl in that photograph, alone outside a building in Queens, with no idea what was coming. "Okay," I said. "Not negotiable." That night, after the babies were down, I lay awake next to Kade in the dark and stared at the ceiling and thought about the words in that letter. Things about how you got where you are. What did they think they knew? What was there to know?

I hope you’re always in good health wherever you are. This is the first letter I’ve ever written. You’re probably surprised that instead of sending a text message or calling you, I’ve chosen to write a letter. But I think I understand why I wanted to do it this way. Technology makes everything so quick and instant now. There’s no longer that feeling of anticipation you get when waiting for someone’s letter to arrive. But here I am, wanting to feel that thrill again so, this is the result. I hope you don’t mind writing a reply in the same way, do you? How are your days abroad? I imagine you must be having countless experiences and meeting new people every single day.

Let me know y’all think in the comments. Love you all xoxo💋😘😚😙

Thinking back now, I only cringe when I think of how much I tolerated while growing up but one thing that makes me cringe the most is the fact that after everything Kyle did to me I never got over him and that awkward letter I left behind for him. What was I thinking?! The mere thought of the letter made me cringe again. *