Letterstoyou Stories

He misses her. He writes letters. And keeps hoping that she'll answer.

I carry my sadness the whole day I cant leave it home Its within me In a dark room my shadow has to dissapear But i see it I do I guess it is the darkness filled in my room

A collection of letters to tell a story.

A twist on story-telling told through letters. Never giving in to telling you the truth of how I felt and being unable to contain it any longer I wrote you some letters, containing moments that have stayed with me, that you will never read. As I despair how it is, I lament how it was.

There are times when words fail, when we can try to speak but nothing but empty air comes out of our mouths. Holding these words in is dangerous, deadly even, because they never reach the surface and end up boiling over. In some ways, there are reasons why the words never break past our lips, but there are times when they should be spoken. These are words that were never heard by another's ears, but simply pounced into paper by a typewriter's keys. This is a collection of poems and writings that don't fit in a story. I hope you enjoy my thoughts

these are all my letters to you where ever you are i'll find you - lee mi na he was gone for years she writes her thoughts to him in letters with hopes to find him, safe and alive.

just letters to people i know. Its a coping mechanism, and im posting it, because why not.

Dear Reader, I was never a fan of poetry until I read Edgar Allen Poe's Annabel Lee. It sparked something in me and evoked a different sort of emotion. It's worth a read if you are unfamiliar. Anyway, I invite you on my journey to discover my writing (and emotions) through writing letters to you. I will share stories & poems of love, life, and dreams. Some are merely figments of my imagination, some not so much. I hope you find enjoyment in my words. Yours truly, Maria

things i've thought of, some of you. these are fictional thoughts none of which i feel, none of which are real. • • • • - This is another poetry album specifically for romances - These poems are personal and copy righted for my use only thank you. ⚠️All photos including cover are not mine - all found off of google images⚠️ Feel free to reach out to me (message me) if you ever need to talk or just want to say hello. i always answer and i'm here to help :) ⚠️This story does NOT include domestic violence but incase you or someone you know may need help, here is the number: Domestic Violence: 1-866-331-9474

It's safe to say I wish you could come back

After I went away, did you search for my face in the crowd? Have you wished I was there with you? Did you go to my room and just sat there numb? Have you missed me at all? Have you ever loved me like I loved you? A STORY WRITTEN THROUGH LETTERS.

letters i wish i received, but never did.

(Steve Rogers/Fem!Bucky Barnes Fanfiction) ((ONESHOT)) While trying to dig up some information about Bucky Barnes, Steve and the team stumble upon some letters she wrote to Steve during the war. Steve of course never got them because he left home to become Captain America. Let's just say that The Avengers and Sam aren't the only people who learn some new things about Bucky. [Taking place in the same universe as all my stucky fanfictions, known as the: When_Somebody_Loved_Me_Universe]

A letter to my furry bestfriend.

Messages I Owe You A collection of poems exploring love, loss, hope, and the unspoken words we carry inside. From whispered apologies to flickering hopes, these verses are letters to those we miss and the parts of ourselves we are still learning to love. If you've ever felt the weight of silence or the ache of distance, this book is for you-teens and young adults navigating the messy, beautiful journey of connection and healing. Let these messages remind you that even when words fail, feelings remain.

This is a collection of real letters between a boyfriend and girlfriend, cowriting on this account. Enjoy!

these letters are to you, my first ex.

I've never had a way with words. But since you left, it's all I have left of you. To the boy I pushed away, 2 months and 16 days was not near as long as I wanted with you, And 350 miles, 5 hours & 47 minutes were merely numbers I would have eventually eliminated. Maybe one day.