Thinking About You Letter Novels & Stories

The last ten years have been nothing but painful without you. I do not want to write a long letter to you as there is a lot you must know but please I want you to believe what you read next. Kierra, you have to be careful. You are living with the enemy! Yours sincerely, Anonymous

I opend the door of the of the post office and went inside, then I asked him to wait outside the for me. I got a pen and paper and I started to write down another letter in reply to Exalia’s letter. “Hey Exalia,” I began. “The love of my life. Every night and and day, I think about you. There’s no day that goes by without me thinking about you. I miss you so much my love and the ache is so obvious in my physical body.” I paused and taught about the contents of Exalia’s letter. Her letter was a mixture of both joy and pain, I felt joy hearing from her and knowing she was thinking about me and home.

Though we were far from each other j was getting closer to him. Sometimes I forget how it all started, the initial motive, and the Inclination. How foolish or how wise have I been? These are things I ask myself, when I think of Sangeeta and the others, it was time to write a letter and send a raven to some of them. *** On my bed I sat up and wrote a letter, this was the letter to Sangeeta, it says, "My precious little one, how much I love you and miss you.

How your eyes lit up whenever you mentioned it in class. I’ve taken care of the tuition and don’t worry I won’t be a bother anymore, I promise. -A. He remembers. He’d truly been paying attention to me all this time. I clutch the letter to my chest, overwhelmed. I want to thank him. I want to tell him what this means to me. But how? That evening at work, I’m distracted, my mind spinning with thoughts of Aeron and the letter and everything it means. As I’m cleaning tables near the window, I see him.

Thank you for concerning, I need to relate to Alessandro now. I examined that letter then paused and went over it once again. I sought to make each word send my message briefly and mindfully, yet also resolutely. I took a breath that was deep then I sent it off. My fingers did pause above that screen for a bit beforehand. Such a heavy sensation came after the message arrived. It formed within the space of my chest.

I paused halfway through a page and turned to her. “Do you ever think about what kind of parent you’ll be?” “All the time,” she said. “Do you?” “Every minute.” “And?” “I think I’ll spend my life learning.” She reached out, touched my cheek. “I think that’s the best kind.” Before we slept, I went to my office and retrieved a journal I’d started only a few days earlier. I flipped to a fresh page and began writing a letter. Not to the world. Not even to the baby.

I miss the way you made me laugh when everything felt too heavy. I miss you. I’m sending this letter through one of the border riders. I don’t know when it’ll reach you. I don’t know if it ever will. But if it does… and if you still think of me the way you did that night — know that I’m still here. And part of me still hopes you’ll come back. Maybe not today. Maybe not soon. But if the day ever comes… I’ll be waiting. Yours — always a little too much,

It was not just any letter like the one he had been sending to her for a while. It was a handwritten letter of their memories together. How did Leo, who is a businessman, think of something like that? It was so nice, and she did not want to acknowledge it. She could not and she will not acknowledge it.

It just learned how to exhale. I thought about the letter again, the one tucked into the drawer of my desk, resting beneath all the ordinary things that made up my days. The words weren’t profound. They didn’t try to be. They were simply mine. Not written for applause, not shaped for legacy. Just truth, wrapped in ink and stillness.

The most beautiful penmanship I'd seen. My Dearest Riley, You're probably really angry at me right now for leaving you without notice. But that's just how I am and you know that. I didn't leave because I wanted to, but because I needed to. There's some unfinished business I have to take care of and I cannot involve you. This may take a while and that's exactly why I'm writing to you. (You're probably thinking that's pretty old fashioned, who writes a letter when we have email. But Sweetheart, it's just downright romantic. You admit that, right? ;)