Thinking About You Letter Novels & Stories

" - End of the letter. After writing the letter, I rolled the paper and put it in an empty bottle of wine I requested from the reservation officer of the building. When I checked out the time, it was already a quarter to midnight. Could not believe writing Joshua that particular letter will cost me almost two hours. Not that I am complaining, it's just... I still need to try my uncertainty by sending the letter to the nearest ocean here in Germany. Funny but I believe that there is no chance my letter would reach its right destination yet I still put effort into writing Joshua a letter. My wolf left no choice. If I could not put everything that was bothering my mind, I might not get the chan

I nodded and slipped it into my wallet. At home, I took a shower, changed into my pajamas, and quickly climbed to bed. I opened the letter. Dear Nia, I hope this letter finds you well and that you will take the time to read this. I would have wanted to talk to you personally, but I respect your request to leave you alone and not show my face until I leave school. I would like to thank you for giving me the chance to know you, be with you, and love you. Just want you to know that you're really special to

It's not a confession letter, just a not-so love letter. Every time I think of you, I find myself smiling. Talking about smiling, I wonder how you look when you smile. Are you afraid you might look unappealing, probably. But still the aim of this letter is inform you that I hope we can share more moments together- wishing it would be for life, that would be better though. I'm grateful for the chance you are giving me. ♠ Axel. Well, I didn't put my name because I was afraid someone might snatch the letter from him and read the words out aloud and then they would know it's me, and if they know that means I'm screwed up.

This is my humble request When writing this letter I deliberated on what to tell you but I just want you to know that I am proud of you and that you are my legacy. With much love, Blake Shelton.

Let's just see if she has anything else to say after I decode that freaking letter. “We just need to count the letters from 1 to 10. We will follow the 10:00 written here,” I explained to them and completely ignoring Lopez’s question. I started counting each letter in the letter until the end. “Dear Sub-1 DS, i was just tHinking how Everything Looks funny Painted on. I'M lying here Enjoying my Innocent plAy day and I aM wondering, "Before this, Everything In a life meaNt somethinG else. I feel Hot sometimEs and cold aLl over some Days." I feel cHange will bE here soon. OR maybe I am bEing silly. iS that weird? Eh, who knows! Nothing can Do anything Here. I may seE someone at Lunch time. I Pl

Not defeated. Not silent. But thinking. And this time— It was thinking about them.

take care of yourself, alway ps: i could take care of you if you can't do it yourself ; lov mr. i can't stop smiling as i was reading the letter, he's corny, but he brought tingles to me! i want to know him better. furthermore, i want to get to know you mr d? could it possibly be hi o. my. gosh !!!! do you think what i'm thinkin

I gasp and clutch the letter to my chest. It has been so long since I heard his voice in my head and it nearly shatters me. My legs feel like jelly and my chest aches with the gap that was left by him leaving. I haven't allowed myself to think about Samuel very much, afraid of what it might do to me if I let my thoughts linger there too long. I know I would fall apart. But now...now I can't help it. I have to think of him. His letter. His words. His hands have touched the very same paper as mine did. I briefly wonder if I might catch a scent of him on it if I try hard enough to find it.

Then I took all the courage that has been left in my system to continue reading it. "I'm sorry if I didn't wake you up, and I hope that this letter finds you well. First of all, I want to thank you so much for everything, and for all the time and care that you have given me. I truly appreciate all of it, and I would forever treasure them in my heart and mind."

I say slowly, as if I expected something to have changed as much as my life has since. “It’s still yours,” Thought says with a shrug, his expression turning solemn for a moment. “Although in saying that, I hope you never want to return.” “So I live with you now?” I ask as we clamber out of the car, trying our best to shield ourselves against the onslaught of rain. I can’t help but giggle as Thought joins me on the patio, dark curls already plastered against his forehead as droplets of rain run down his face. He has a smile too, which has my breath catching in my throat. Sometimes I forget how beautiful he is.