Historias de Lovenote

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚·̩̩·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙ Dear (s/o)... I think I have feelings for you.. I really hope you accept my heart.. You are a bright star, leading me in the night.. ·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩ ♪ I only wrote this book as confessions to my favorite characters. ♪ You don't have to read. ♪ This book could help you say how you feel to your crush.

What's Marcel's story anyway? Not that Adele cares. Or anyone for that matter. And what about Adele? Is there something beneath all the popularity and pretty that's anything but snobby?

collection of poetry about myself that ive written over the years :]

this is a really stupid love letter I wrote at 2:30 in the morning.

just a love letter saying how i feel.

Dear Secret Crush, please notice me in a different way. A way where you're not just my friend...

It's just a heartfelt note to finding closure. #FirstLove #HeartBreak #Love #Romance #Closure #MovingOn

This is kind of a poem it is really random

A short, one chapter story from a hopeless romantic.

This is a poem of love...ultimate love which comes from heaven

For #ToAllTheBoys contest so excited. But this is very personal so no hate please!

Au where instead of a death note killing people, there is a gay note that made L senpai and baka Light fall in love (hehe spoilers lol x3) ~✧༺♥༻✧~ Light was popular and top of his class, but he wasn't sure he could get him without the love note, which he'd been using a lot lately. After his efforts of serenading fail, he resorts to writing his name in the love note. He wonders why L isn't acting any differently. C-could it be?? ~✧༺♥༻✧~

I really can't believe I'm doing this.... Dear Ex Best Friend i miss you... *four year irl time skip* Still can't believe I did this

The short tale as old as time young love story, but with a twist.

It's time for seventeen year old Amber Wolf's senior year. On top of homework and boys, she'll have to face something she never saw coming.

She was a flower borne in the traffic, and every day she picked his booth to pay her toll. Her warm smile just for him swelled his heart with fondness and longing, but despite their brief moments of closeness, the distance between them seemed vast. What was in store for these hearts that shared three seconds daily?

A poem comparing love to the feeling of sipping on the morning's first coffee