I Love You By Anonymous

This book is filled with endless amounts of love letters, comments,wishes,and desires from people who like most of us had something to say to that special someone and decided to write it down anonymously.You the readers can also leave anonymous stories in the comment section and they will stay anonymous and they might end up in the book.

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5. Sentiments

To my Best friend.

When I see you my cheeks turn into cherries, and oh boy is it embarrassing but I just can't help the blood rush to my cheeks and heat up my face.

When I see you and you're charming ass smile I can't help but reciprocate it even though I'm self conscious as fuck about my teeth and prefer to smile without teeth, I just can't help it.

When I see you you make me forget about my stress, you make me giggle like I'm back in fourth grade and you make my heart skip at how much you actually care for me as a friend.

When I see you what kills me is the smile you give me when we see each other or the fact we can just talk and laugh and its so effortless? boy you make me comfortable and I crave comfort.

When I see you I wish that I could tell you how I feel and I wish you could say it all back to me and I wish that ruining a friendship never got in our way last year when we realised what we have is too special to be ever lost.

When I see you I go back to my first kiss, I was naive, awkward, embarrassed and incredibly shy. i tried to avoid it because I was scared so bloody scared and nervous and I kept talking and you just stopped me and it felt so natural and I was at ease. Now i'd kiss you in a heartbeat.

When I see you I think about the time I told you I don't think we will be friends, and the look on your face oh boy it killed me. When I saw that face in my head playing over and over I cried, I let an insecurity of mine almost become a reality. Thank you for not believing my thought.

I really like you, a lot maybe even love, but for now I'd like to stay with like.

                 -Anonymous

Three,

Remember that time when I was embarrassed to see you, because I didn't have any makeup on? It was back when all I felt for you was just a little crush, and I didn't want you to see me with scars and dark spots on my face. I didn't want you to know yet that my eyelashes are only half the length without mascara, or that there is barely any color to my lips and cheeks.

"Wow, you look amazing," you said when you saw me. And of course I didn't believe you. Why should I?

"Oh, shut up, I look terrible," I said. "I'm not even wearing makeup."

"I like you better without makeup," you said. "Because it's the real you." I smiled and blushed, of course, as I do at everything you say to me. "You're the most beautiful girl I have ever met. And even if you weren't, even if you were the ugliest, I would like you just as much." Then you took my hand and kissed it.

You're amazing, and I love you.

Love, Seven

 

You're my best friend and I like you more than words can express

You don't meet society's beauty standards 

Society would comdemn you as average at best 

But to me, you are the most brilliant star in the sky

The most vibrant flower in the field 

I can pick your face out of the whole world of people 

You are stunning.

To my true love,

I met you when I was five, and you were six. We were on the playground for recess, and some boys were picking on me. You came right over and punched one in the stomach, and kicked the other one in the shin. They were on the ground in pain. You got sent right away to the principal's office, and they called your mom. But you did it for me. The next day, you weren't allowed to play at recess. So you just sat on the grass next to the playground. When I saw you, I cam over to you and sat next to you. You picked a dandelion out of the grass, and put it in my hair. The next day, we did the same thing. But that time instead of giving me a flower, you grabbed my hand. 

The next year, when I was six, and you were seven, some new boys started picking on me. I started crying in the corner of the playground, and you came over and gave me a hug. For the rest of that week, we met behind the slide, and you taught me how to punch, so I could defend myself.

Two years later, I was eight and you were nine. We weren't in the same school building anymore, so I barely saw you all year. Valentine's Day came around, and I received lots of little cards from everyone in my class. But I also received another one. It said: 

"To S,

Happy Valentine's Day. I love you.

I hope you aren't getting bullied anymore.

From, M"

When I was eleven, and you were twelve, we officially started "dating", or whatever that meant in middle school. You gave me a cute little heart necklace, with a note saying "I love you". On my birthday, you gave me a bracelet with your name on it, and you got a bracelet with my name. I wore it all the time. We really liked each other, and it lasted a pretty long time for a middle school relationship.

Then one day, when I was twelve, you broke up with me. We got in a big fight, an you said you didn't love me anymore. I cried my eyes out for two weeks, and then I just felt like I couldn't take the pain anymore. One night, a week before my thirteenth birthday, I put on my prettiest dress. I moisturized my skin, painted my nails, and put on makeup. I put on the heart necklace, and the bracelet you gave me. Then I walked out onto my roof, and planned to jump off. I stood there for a long time in the freezing cold air, and started sobbing again. I cried for at least two hours, until I finally let myself back down from what I was about to do. I went back inside, and climbed into bed. I cried some more into my pillow, and thought of how close I was to killing myself.

My freshman year, I was fourteen. I was coming home one day after school, when I noticed the door to my house was unlocked. My mother wasn't home, so I thought it was really weird. I opened the door slowly, and then saw the red rose petal path on the ground. I followed the path all the way to my room. I open my door, and I see red balloons everywhere. I walk through the balloons to see you there, with a white rose in your hand. 

"The red petals are all pretty, and nice enough, like many of the girls in our high school," you said. "But this white rose is beautiful, special and unique, just like you." You looked at me sadly. "I'm so sorry, S, for everything. I regret all of it, and I never should have left such an amazing girl like you. I was a complete jerk, and I understand if you say no, but I just wanted to ask you one question. Will you do me the honor of going to homecoming with me? As my girlfriend?"

I was completely surprised and speechless for a moment. But I was so happy, because I had missed you so much. 

"Yes," I said. "Yes, of course I will!"

And then you kissed me.

"I love you," I said.

"I love you more," you said.

And to this day, we are still together. I think we were really meant to be. I love you baby.

Love,

Your true love

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