Love letter to a 14 year old girl She is gentle and elegant

Honey: Lately, how are you doing?

Like someone, it may be a faint like.

Loving someone can also be deep love.

And I, for you, don't like it, that is.

Because there is a deeper love for you.

I never knew when I fell in love with you.

Perhaps, it was a chance encounter.

Perhaps, that's where the real understanding of you begins.

I just think it's just a good feeling, but when I'm with you.

I'm so excited. Not sure why.

Tears always like to run across my face.

I also loved hearing the sound of tears dropping.

da da da

I believe that are tears of joy and happiness!

My dear, I conclude with a very vulgar phrase: I love.

Haha, why do you want to write a love letter so romantic and literary, I'm also a girl, but I don't think this literary thing is good, it's just a letter, you might as well confess?

It's good to confess, or to have a good relationship with her, and confess slowly, at that time, I was not in a hurry, 14 years old, very young, if she was a smart girl, she should know that it is impossible to fall in love now, and she will definitely reject you, so you will have no fun, and besides, can you guarantee that yours is love, will you persist until you grow up?

Why don't you calm down, wait slowly, and become an iron buddy with her, and then at 17, 18, your heart can tell you everything, at this time, nothing is in a hurry, but you'd better show a little ambiguity, otherwise, she can't feel your heart, what if you find someone else?

I love you for 10,000 years, I love you and I can stand the test, although the words are very sincere, they definitely work.

1. Love is like a glass of wine, since it is given to you, why bother to take an empty wine glass with boiled water to deceive others?

2. I put a hundred promises in a machine gun and fired at you, and after the strafing, you fell in a pool of blood, and your body was embedded with Cupid's bullets! How is it?

How to write a love letter? (10 years old, for girls).

Hello dear can be written in this way: dear so-and-so. I've liked you for a long time, so it's okay to be my girlfriend.

I will be very good to you, I will not let you suffer, and I will love you. I'm not going to you off, I'm not going to do things you don't like. If I have a flaw that you don't like, I'll try to fix it.

When you grow up, you will make a lot of money, and you will not be burdened by the troubles, and you will be loved well. My heart is just that, it's full of you, I can't pretend to be anyone else except you, you are my angel. From now on, I would like to become an angel to protect you and become your safe haven.

I will love you very hard and hard, and I will like you very seriously and seriously. I will think of you every day, I can carry you when you are tired, and when you are wronged, you have my arms and shoulders to lean on. Please agree to my request and be my girlfriend.

From now on, my whole being belongs to you. Honey, allow me to call you that, please be my girlfriend.

Hello dear! How to write a love letter for an eleven-year-old girl, you can write this for this situation. The wind floats the window, the tired eyes read the spring wrinkles, and the rain and smoke enter the brows.

The warm light shines on the weeping willows, the water is clear and the fish roam, the clouds are also leisurely, and the heart also sings with the chirping of the birds, forgetting a few wisps of sorrow. If love has a providence, how should I put pen to paper on reincarnation? The wind kicked up the dust, the flute sang helplessly, and the pear blossom rain was cool outside the dream.

Qin Shi Mingyue old time, heaven and earth pondered, how much can not be forgotten, how much can not be released, spring and autumn several degrees of love. You said that you would never leave, and before the words fell, the shadow had already gone away. I said that I don't want to think about it, I choked into my throat, is the next intersection of love to the left or right?

I have been staying in the same place all the time, and the sadness is only sometimes, but the pain refuses to go. I write my heart to a frame of peach blossoms in the spring breeze, how much fragrant tenderness is taken away by the floating clouds, if there is wind, let a fragrant rain fall into the embodiment of clouds, a greeting of love. I don't drink alcohol, only three or two branches of delicate peach blossoms, I don't paint green leaves, only the pink petals frown, and the stamen is a little white, which is the stay of the moonlight through time and space.