Thinking About You Letter Novels & Stories

"Because I was done waiting for the right time. Because the right time, as it turns out, is not a fixed point. It's just the moment when you decide to stop waiting for it." She looked at the folded letter. Then at me. Something in her expression — careful, considering. The specific way she processed things that had weight. "Should I send it?" she said. "That's your decision. It was always your decision. I only promised to write it." She was quiet for a long moment. Then she picked up the letter and put it carefully in the front pocket of her canvas bag. "I'll think about it," she said. She picked up her pen. Went back to her thesis notes.

“Hey, Lovely. How are you? I haven’t heard anything from you since three days. You know how much I hate waiting, right? If you’re keeping it to yourself again, please, how many times do I have to tell you that you can trust me. I am not judging your whole existence. I understand that you are going through something but don’t think I wouldn’t care, okay? I am worried, Lovely. Tell me the next time you’ll send a letter. Sincerely, A~” I hugged the letter while a tear poured down on my cheek. God, why did I almost forgot about him? Everything feels so heavy and empty from the past few weeks because my mother’s abused got worst. And because I couldn't take it anymore, I thought of making a lette

Then I type. I'm in bed, thinking about you. I hit send before I can overthink it. The read receipt appears almost instantly. My heart jumps.

I whipped my head to see Darius standing in front of me. His eyebrows were dipped, "What are you so lost in?" I shook my head, "No, nothing." Staring at me with assessing eyes, he sat beside me in the gazebo, "I know you are thinking about the letter." My frown deepened, "How do you know?" He shrugged his shoulder, "Because ever since we sent that letter, you are always lost in thoughts, staring in the distance, totally zoned out." I huffed out a huge breath, "Because I can't stop thinking about that." I shifted my body toward him, "Do you think he even got the letter?"

Thinking of you. A smile spread across my face, and for a brief moment, the heaviness of our situation lifted. It was a simple message, but it was filled with so much love and longing that it was all I needed to push the dark clouds away. I quickly replied with a heart, eager for the connection that our secret messages provided. Claire: Good morning to you. I can’t stop thinking about you. xoxo

I relax my mind and let the ideas flow through hands, I quickly grabbed the fountain Dear Sir, Good morning, I hope you are doing well after what happened today. I really appreciate what you did and I'm so glad that you helped 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.

My heart skipped as I carefully pulled it out and opened it. Inside the envelope was a letter. I unfolded it and began to read: "Nadia, I know you’re going through a tough time right now, and I wanted to let you know that you are always in my thoughts. I wish I could be there with you every moment, but I hope this letter can offer some comfort. I want you to know that you are not just beautiful, but you are also incredibly strong. You have been through so much, and yet you continue to amaze me with your strength and resilience. You have proved me wrong in ways I can't explain now.

I know you all will probably be here by the time this reaches you – because this parcel also contains a necklace that Alana thought she would give to you, but never got the chance to do so – and it will take like twelve days. But amar shona, I have a very bad feeling about everything happening in my life right now, and I just..wanted a place to vent. This letter might seem short, mainly because I just needed to write to someone about all of this. And you know I don't vent at any place better than a letter to you. And Alana used to be in the list too, along with you. I can not wait to see you in a week. You're the only person I am living for now, surviving in this dreadful world.

(A/n: TRIGGER WARNING: MENTION OF SEXUAL ASSAULT. I'll put another warning just before the scene) Nothing else could distract Radyn ever since the words on the letter were ingrained into his brain. The night was spent restless with those thoughts taking control of his mind and infecting it. He had decided that it was pathetic to be attached to such an old yet valued tradition. Nevertheless, he couldn't stop thinking about it. Ever since he received the letter yesterday, the thoughts refused to leave him.

That night, I received a short message while folding the laundry: *Thought about you today. Hope your evening is quiet. I smiled, pressing the phone to my chest. The warmth it sparked wasn’t from words alone, it was the knowledge that he had carried me in his thoughts as surely as I had carried him in mine. *It is now, I replied. Thanks for thinking of me. The reply came almost instantly: *Always.