Novel & Cerita 1st Anniversary Letter For Girlfriend

"What the hell?" I muttered to myself before I picked up on the papers. The letter was made two days ago. "Dear Nathalie, The sky was open and the sun was so bright. As bright as the possibility that I could see you for the first time in my second time visiting New York City. I'm so sorry if my first try visiting New York City did not work out according to plan. I missed spending with you on your eighteenth birthday. That saddens me. However, most parts of me believed that this time, destiny will meet us by accident. Do you believe in destiny? I believe in how destiny works.

“Wanted you to take a look at it first. Let me hear what you think. Honest thoughts only. Can you do that for me?” Mind still reeling with confusion, I muster a nod. “Sure, babe. Just my thoughts, yeah?” “Yeah.” My eyes lower to the note. The page is filled with Ben’s handwriting that unlocks memories of our shared letters in Broadway Heights. I still have our letters. And Ben has his. On our anniversary, we send each other a letter.

So, that's people without dates usually do. When I was in junior high, I clicked with a girl named Emma Locklear. She was my first real girlfriend, though it lasted only some months. Just before summer breaks I got dumped by her for someone else, he was already 18 at that time and had a car. His father had a garage, no big deal! not at all. He was kind of guy who would flirt with every girl he see, his name is Charles. His primary attributes so far I could tell was only that he had a real nice car. He would mainly wear light coloured T-shirts, which suits his face- not so handsome kind of well. He would lean on his car and say while moving his fingers through his hair "Hey! isn't it too hot

She mumbled taking a seat beside him, the man placed his index finger over his lips making her hush before he pointed at the sky. She watched the clear starry sky with a frown but soon a loud fireworks erupted in the clear sky making her flinch for a second before big words were written there only for her to read. Happy first anniversary. She looked at her watch and it was sharp 12, and the same date when they both decided to give each other a chance and she openly accepted him as her boyfriend.

I placed the remaining sheets of paper on the ground and set them on fire. "Dear Daniel! I miss you, I don't know how to start this letter. I only want to say that I miss you. I'm afraid I'm forgetting your voice, the way you looked at me, how your hair felt on my fingers, the scent of your skin. I keep waiting, I keep praying that you're fine. That you'll come and save me with a kiss instead of burying me with that kiss, like the first and last time your lips touched mine. I want to believe that you never hurt me. I want to believe that maybe you love me as much as I do or more. Tonight it's my birthday, and I'm praying you can visit me in my dreams. Maybe you can look at me deep in the eye

“Fine, I’ll let you know when I finish at work, okay?” His message popped in again and this time it was a dancing bunny sticker. “I love you, Stephanie,” He sent after the sticker. Stephanie stared at his message for some minutes without replying. Those three words got her thinking. ‘Are you sure about this, Stephanie? Are you ready to give it your all? Do you love him too?’ She questioned herself as she kept staring at the message. Sebastian began to type after waiting for minutes, he feared he had done something wrong with that text. When Stephanie saw he started typing again, she began to punch her keyboard. “I love you too.” She replied before he could finish typing. ‘I think I’m ready t

The smile on my lips widened, and I started to caress her hair. “I miss you too, Mom. How is your day?” She closed her eyes and sighed. “It’s better now that I saw you,” my mother never failed to make me feel happy when I was down. “Likewise, Mom.” She looked at me intently. “You look sad. Is there something wrong?” She asked me. I let out a sigh and sat down on the chair. I took one of her hands, “It’s our anniversary today,” I started. “Then why are you sad? This day is supposed to be your happiest day,” I smiled sadly. That’s it. I should be happy today because this is our first anniversary. Darius and I have known each other since childhood since my father was his father’s beta.

My heart thudded as I unlocked my phone and read his message: “Happy anniversary. It must be our anniversary, but I failed you. I’m sorry, but I hope you believe me that I love you.” Tears pricked at my eyes. I had completely forgotten that today marked a year since everything changed between us. I sank back onto the bed, clutching my phone, wondering why his words still had the power to hurt so much.

It's your first. "It's your first birthday with me and I'm probably more excited than you are. I really hope that you like my tiny attempts to make this birthday special and I hope to be by your side for all the upcoming ones. Happy Birthday! With Love, Your Wife." I interrupted and finished the letter by myself, moving closer to him and wrapping my hands around his neck. His lips were stretched into a beautiful smile and I couldn't stop mine from making an appearance.

Maybe he had an event today,' I thought. I reached for the envelope, as I looked at the content of the letter inside. It reads:”Mi Amor, trust your day was good. Mine has been beautiful, just as your radiant personality.”I stopped reading as I blushed at that part. "I guess you must have seen my small package. I hope it fits you. Will you like to be my date tonight for my uncle's wedding anniversary?”I smiled, as I took my phone to send a reply. "Thanks for the gift. I love you. And yes, I would like to be your date tonight.”I was about to hit the sent button when it occurred to me, the second sentence I used.