Résultats pour "Pen Pal" dans Romance

The first letter arrived the day my husband was buried. It was postmarked from the state penitentiary, and contained a single sentence: I’ll wait forever if I have to. It was signed by Dante, a man I didn’t know. Out of simple curiosity, I wrote back to ask him what exactly he was waiting for. His reply? You.

Eine Liebesgeschichte, die unter die Haut geht … Kaylas Leben liegt in Trümmern. Kaum hat die junge Illustratorin ihre große Liebe Michael beerdigt, muss sie sich mit dem Zerfall des gemeinsamen Hauses auseinandersetzen und findet den Brief des Gefängnisinsassen Dante in ihrer Post. Sein Inhalt? Eine einzige Zeile: „Ich werde ewig warten, wenn es sein muss." Gefangen in ihrer Trauer antwortet Kayla ihm, und es entwickelt sich eine Brieffreundschaft zwischen den beiden, die immer intimer wird.

Eavesdrop into love letters written by two young pen pals that started in the summer of 1955. This real-life story begins with a couple who wrote to each other before they even met. In the beginning, the exchange was friendly, but very revealing of their vulnerabilities and innocence. These pen pals soon discovered the commonalities between them.

Everyone needs a pen pal, including teachers. Keith found a pen pal, and has fallen in love with her. What will happen when he finds out who she really is?

Journee Barclay isn't interested in the big, hulky football player the town of Mistletoe wants her to date. She's been writing to a sweet but shy computer geek, and she's hoping he'll eventually ask to meet her. But putting the town off is getting to be more difficult every day.

A primeira carta chega no dia do enterro do meu marido. Vem da penitenciária e tem apenas uma frase: Vou esperar para sempre se for preciso. A assinatura é de um tal Dante, um homem que eu não conheço. Por simples curiosidade, escrevo de volta perguntando o que exatamente ele está esperando. Sua resposta: Você. Digo ao homem misterioso que ele mandou a carta para a pessoa errada. Ele insiste que está certo. Escrevo que nunca nos encontramos, mas ele afirma que me conhece. Trocamos cartas toda semana, cada vez mais íntimas. Então, um dia, elas param. Quando descubro por quê, já é tarde demais.