Valentine's Day Letter Novels & Stories

Happy Valentine’s Day. Oh my God!! It was Vihan's handwriting. For a moment, I dared to hope that he... Just then Vihan leaned over with a casual grin. “Oh, that’s from me,” he said. “For... me?” I stammered, my face heating up. Was that happening? My heart skipped a beat. “Yeah,” he said. “You were the only one who didn’t get anything. Thought I’d save you from feeling left out." What?? Of course. It wasn’t romantic. It was just Vihan being Vihan.

She only needs to say yes. Shannon - The only Valentine’s I have received since grade school have been from my babies. My ex-husband called Valentine’s a commercial fake holiday. I may be free of him, but I'm still conditioned to think romance is only a fantasy. Accepting a surprise romantic night out with Byron is tempting and terrifying.

I take long strides toward it, my heart rate accelerating as I notice its letter. The letter My love It is with a heavy heart that I write this letter to you. I know you will be surprised and hurt by my decision, but please understand that it is for your own good. I have loved you with all my heart since the day we first met. You have been my everything, my rock, my confidant, my best friend, and my soulmate. I have cherished every moment we spent together, and I will treasure those memories for the rest of my life.

Slowly, an unfamiliar feeling began to dawn on her—an understanding that this wasn't just friendship, but something more profound. One night, while counting the days since Jay had last been at the university, her eyes fell upon a specific date—February 14th. It struck her suddenly—it was Valentine's Day, the day Jay had given her the rose. A surge of electricity seemed to course through her heart as she finally grasped what Jay had been trying to convey to her that day till midnight.

Oh how naïve little Ricky was. Valentine's day, 2014. I got a cute message in an envelope and an Element cologne sprayed on it which meant it was from a man. I showed it to my then best friend Carla and she fangirled over it and for days we would decide to open it over ice cream and get too excited to open it and just leave it till the next day.

I continued reading and noticed his handwriting was a bit rougher this time. "I love you, Charlotte. There’s so much to love about you. I love you, all of you. When the world tries to convince you you’re less than, I’ll be the arms that hold you more. When the voices in your head lie, I’ll be the truth against your skin. You don’t have to trust me today. But let me prove it—please give me a chance. Fall in love with me, Charl. You can stay all your life. I promise you will never regret it. I will cherish you. I am not perfect, but I will fight for us. I promise I will. Happy Valentine’s Day."

Others lead you home. The best Valentine's Day gift wasn't a proposal, roses, or someone's too-late regret. It was saving myself from a love that had already fallen apart.

In my right hand, a very expensive bottle of champagne, his favourite as well, which, I chuckled to myself, left me a little broke. I walked down the hallway of Montague tech, and then pressed the elevator button that would take me to the floor of my boyfriend's office. Today was Valentine's Day and I was going to propose to my boyfriend of three years. I know he was the one that was traditionally meant to propose to me, but he was pretty indecisive, and we had soulmate energy. Why wait any longer when we could tie the knot now? And knowing him, he'd be appreciative that I actually put my foot first, he'd say yes. We were too good together. I could feel it in my bones.

Today was Valentine's Day, and I wanted my husband to take a day off. "Stay home with me," I said. "Valentine's Day is the best time to make money," he replied, turning away. As he stepped out the door, he casually reminded me, "Call me if anything happens." I had planned to wait for him to come back, but at some point, I drifted off to sleep. When I woke, it wasn't to the sound of him returning—it was the pain that pulled me out of my daze. Cold sweat soaked my face as I gasped for air.

"You could say that." "Valentine's Day is hell." He says it like a fact, not a suggestion. "Worst holiday ever invented. Just manufactured pressure to prove something that shouldn't need proving." "You're not romantic then." "I was once romantic." His smile was sad. "Then I learned that romance and love are different things. Romance is just performance. Love is simply showing up when it's not pretty." I opened the door wider. I don't know why. Maybe because he's the first person all night who hasn't looked at me with pity or guilt or expectation.