Novel & Cerita Thinking About You Letter

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.

I said softly. ⸻ The thought came uninvited. But it felt right. ⸻ “She was thinking,” I added. ⸻ “Or waiting,” Damien said. ⸻ I turned back toward him. ⸻ “For what?” ⸻ His gaze met mine. ⸻ “For the letter.” ⸻ Silence settled between us again. ⸻ That letter. ⸻ The one that changed everything. ⸻ “She left because of it,” I said.

I wondered; would it really be so bad to try a letter? I thought about it over breakfast, and when I was finished, I went into the office and took out a notepad. I made a list of everything that I thought was important for Deira to know, about me, about my intentions, and about what I could offer her that she might not have considered. And then I made a plan, a series of steps for us to, hopefully, move forward together. I stared at those two pieces of paper for a long time, and then I opened my computer and I started to type.

Anyway, I do hope you get this letter. Love~~Kate. 15th May 2000 Okay, all I need right now is a sign. I don’t even mind a one word letter—just something to tell me you’re actually receiving this. I’m losing faith Asher, please, please, please, write me back. I love you. 16th May 2000 I thought about you today. When I was showering. Thought about… how you make love to me. I miss it… I miss you. Everything reminds me of you.

I tear open the envelope, it’s a hand-written letter: ‘Dear Alice, I hope you’ve had a nice time away. Firstly, I’m so sorry for the way I reacted to you telling me you fancied me, I was in shock and handled it terribly. I’ve been working away in London for the last week, and I’ve been working on this letter most of the time. I thought about messaging you, but I thought that was too impersonal. Then I thought about talking to you face to face, but I’m scared I won’t find the right words when I’m looking into your gorgeous blue eyes.

A time and space to think things through. I guess this letter won’t have an end if I’ll tell you every single words that my heart has for you. But I’ll leave it here. I don’t want you to feel bad or anything. I’ll be fine, so don’t worry about me. I’ll wait for you until forever ends. Thank you so much, and I love you. -Elijah Ramirez.

Do you think you can give me a chance? Again, I totally understand if you don’t want to. I don’t deserve it. I really don’t. To be honest, I don’t think I deserve to have you open this letter or even touch the envelope. So, if you’ve made it this far, I guess that means you don’t hate me as much as I think you probably should. I’m rambling again. Just… think about it, Haven. I hope to hear from you soon. Your friend (hopefully),

Life feels so different without you by my side. I hope to get a letter from you soon. I plan to return one day, so don’t forget about me, Red. Until then, know that I'm thinking of you always. Love, Your best friend, Ian My chest felt tight, and for a moment I wasn’t sure I could do this. I took another deep breath, trying to calm myself. I grabbed the next letter, feeling like my heart was breaking into a million pieces. Dear Red,