Valentine's Day Letter Novels & Stories

"No. She won't leave me. How could she ever leave me." Something seemed to surface in him. He opened the thread with me on his phone. He couldn't remember the last time he'd read a single message I'd sent. "It's Valentine's Day. I have a gift for you. Waiting at home." Only now did he remember. That Valentine's Day he'd taken Lena to the lakeside town, and I had waited for him the whole night through. "Happy birthday, love. I made all your favorites. Waiting for you." That day Lena had fussed about wanting to see an exhibition, and he'd actually forgotten it was his own birthday, while I sat on the couch in front of burned-down candles until dawn.

"No darling." "All this is so beautiful.Something special?" "Uggh..I hate to sound clićhed but.."he got down on his knees "Will you be my valentine my love?" "Valentine? seriously."He grimaced at my appalled tone. "Not that I'm being ungrateful or something.But I never wanted love to be confine in the shackles of a particular day." "Thank God." "For what?" "To be honest,even I'm not so cheesy but I thought girls like these thing."He said sheepishly.

The point is you must remember, that you belong to me, I love you, it doesn't matter if you don't love me, and I will force you to love me. Jessica, Aahhh! What else am I supposed to write? Why is it so hard just to write a letter? Why does it have to be called Valentine's Day? How annoying. Even without this day, I still love you, cherish you with all my breath. Whether you believe it or not, but you have to believe it, that every stream of my blood, there flows also my love for you. Every beat of my heart, Your name is embedded, And every second of my life, My name will always be engraved in my life.

Chapter 30 It was finally Valentine's Day, the day to show love, shower each other with gifts, blah blah blah! This day is mainly a day for show off and unnecessary noise in RPHS. Every girl anticipates what her crush or boyfriend will get get for her while they themselves do not bother it make any effort to get anything for the guys. I chose to be different by making a beautiful handmade card and writing a beautiful message in it, Queen said I was been childish but I actually didn't mind.

It was saved at my mouth’s keyboard, every time I copied and pasted. Patience pays and as the period drew closer I decided to be innovative and do something different for him. It was on the thirteenth day of February, just a day in the world of Valentine’s. I decided to wish him a happy valentines day through a letter in my attempt to be romantic.

Valentine’s Day “Did I pass the application review?” I asked into the phone, a small smile appearing on my face, I was so confident and happy, ready to rejoice. “Ms. Valentina Chandler, we thank you for applying to our company, we genuinely appreciate your effort and interest, however, we regret to inform you that we are unable to proceed with your application.” I felt my heart sink, that wasn’t the information I was hoping to hear. “We appreciate your interest and cooperation, and we look forward to seeing you sometime in the future.”

Before the scolding comes to an end the atypically peaceful day, I step forward and hold out the bouquet towards him. “For you!” I say hurriedly, and he looks at me in disbelief at my lame attempt to escape a scolding. Valentin holds the flowers in one hand and picks up a bloody card with the other. He opens it and reads the contents, and I freeze, because I wonder who it's from and I'm scared of what's written there. “I love you and I won't let you run away from the feeling out of fear” Valentin reads the sentence out loud, on purpose, attracting the attention of the curious. “I didn't know that what you felt for me was love, miss.”

Would it be a letter of encouragement? I didn't know, but I was about to find out. As we walked into my house, I went straight to the drawer where I had kept the letter. I pulled it out, and my heart raced as I opened it. The letter was short, but it was powerful. Tristan had written about how much he loved me, and how proud he was of me. He had written about how he knew that I would be okay, and how he knew that I would find love again. But the last sentence was the one that caught my attention. "Don't forget to live, Valerie. Don't forget to love again."

I picked up the item and saw that it was a letter directed to me. "Hmm, weird." It looked pretty old with a date in front, neatly written in Valerie's handwriting. "Pttf! I would recognize this writing anywhere," an involuntary smile made it's way to my lips as memories of Valerie passing love notes to my home study flashed through my mind. Ridiculous, She was a lover girl. I turned over the letter and noticed the date on it was that day. That day I got so mad at Valerie that I saw red. The very day that tragic accident happened, the day she pushed off Charlotte from the stairs and fell with her.

Alessia _______ Four months later Nothing sucks like being alone on Valentine's Day. Especially when the person you love tells you that they got busy at work. It almost feels like they choose work over you. I hid the pain and read the message that Rodion sent to me. Mine: I'm sorry this had to happen, I promise to come tomorrow after we are done. I will spend the rest of the weekend with you. Yes, he was to come but not on Valentine's day. What was the point anyway?