Letters from the Lighthouse
A Contemporary Romance
Chapter 1: A Letter in the Wind
The first letter arrived on a stormy afternoon.
Anna found it tucked beneath a rock near the old Rosewood Lighthouse, where she often sat watching the waves.
The envelope was yellowed, the ink slightly smudged.
She hesitated, then unfolded the paper.
“To the one who finds this—
If you’re reading this, you must love this lighthouse as much as I do.
Tell me, do you believe in fate?”
No name. No return address.
Just words, carried by the wind.
Chapter 2: Writing Back to a Ghost
Anna couldn’t ignore it.
That night, she returned to the lighthouse, pen in hand.
She slipped her reply beneath the same rock.
“Maybe. Ask me again after the next storm.”
And so it began.
A silent conversation.
Between her…
And a stranger from the past.
Chapter 3: The Man Behind the Words
Weeks passed. More letters arrived.
Each one filled with stories, thoughts, dreams.
She felt like she knew him.
Until one day—
A letter appeared with a request.
“Meet me. Friday. Sunset. The lighthouse steps.”
Anna’s heart pounded.
Was she ready for this?
Chapter 4: A Face to the Words
Friday came.
Anna waited, the sea breeze playing with her hair.
Then—
Footsteps.
She turned.
And saw him.
Tall. Dark hair. Warm, familiar eyes.
Eyes that belonged to Daniel Carter.
Her childhood best friend.
The boy who had left town ten years ago.
Chapter 5: The Letter He Never Sent
Daniel ran a hand through his hair. “I wasn’t sure you’d come.”
Anna swallowed. “You wrote those letters?”
He nodded. “I came back months ago, but I didn’t know how to face you. I thought… maybe this would be easier.”
Her chest tightened.
Because all this time—
The boy she had loved. The one she had lost.
Had been right here.
Waiting for her to find him again.
Epilogue: A Love Written in the Wind
A year later, another letter sat beneath the lighthouse rock.
Only this time, it was sealed with a ring.
And inside, a simple question—
“Marry me?”
Anna laughed, tears in her eyes.
Because some love stories aren’t just written.
They’re meant to be found.