1st Anniversary Letter For Girlfriend Novels & Stories

Like that would make a difference. "Hey, it's me. I know you are busy, but... it's our anniversary. I thought maybe we could go to Marcello's tonight? The Italian place where you first asked me to be your girlfriend? I already made a reservation for seven. Just... call me back, okay?" I hung up before my voice could crack. The cab driver glanced at me through the rearview mirror. I looked away, hugging Arthur's dry cleaning tighter against my chest. The plastic rustled loudly in the silence.

Liam pulled me into his arms, “I'm sorry that we had to leave so early but we cannot ignore school exam, but I promise to bring you back here again” “Lets come back when we are officially one year old for our anniversary” He pulled back and stared at me, “One year?” “Hmmm” I nodded vigorously “Then one year it is then” I hugged him again cause I was so happy, I mean everything still feels so unreal to me.

, he whispers. "Sexy wrinkles? You make being old sound slutty", I laugh to brush my thoughts off. "Isn't it? You keep ageing like fine wine. I can't wait to see how much sexier you get when we'll be older" I feel a burn in the corner of my eyes. Tears of bliss slither down and he immediately places his lips on the single teardrop. I smile with our faces crashing. "Thanks. I never imagined our first anniversary would be so beautiful even in this situation"

she asked, her voice and expression curious. “Well…” his voice dripped with pride, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. “I didn’t know what else to give you, like you said, so I told three hundred and sixty-five people to help me write a letter about how beautiful and adorable you are. You will read one every day until our next anniversary.” Her mouth fell open in disbelief. “Are you for real?” “Of course, my Luna.” She couldn’t believe her ears. “How did you do it?”

I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together. Forever Your Pal, Wesley And on they went. A letter for every event over our year together — our first Christmas together, the spring festival, the night of our alpha and luna ceremony — all of it in the box, all of it memorialized in his handwriting and his thoughts and reactions and words to me.

I love you. She reread his message, her heart stuttering for a moment before realization dawned on her. A quick check of the date confirmed that it was indeed the twenty-eighth of April; the anniversary of the storm. She had made it through the day without realizing it till now. Could it be that her heart was finally beginning to heal after all this time?

As they ate dinner, they discussed Mia’s tiring day. Mia took the last sip of her wine. “What did I do to deserve this?” “Today is our anniversary.” “Anniversary? Sweetie, that isn’t for a few more months.” “I saw you for the first time this day, a year ago.” “But we didn’t…” “No, we didn’t meet then. I needed time to think of how to approach you.” Mia got up and went around the table to her boyfriend. “How did I end up with a sweetie like you?”

“What makes you think a ring on his daddy’s finger changes that?” My jaw is tight. I say nothing. “Do you remember that letter?” Her head tilts, almost curious, like she’s trying to recall something small and forgettable. “The one you wrote him junior year.” She glances at her friends and her mouth curves. “I read it out loud in the cafeteria. All those girls listening.” Her voice goes almost fond. “You wrote that he made you feel seen. That you’d never felt that way before.” A small pause. “It was the sweetest thing. Really.”

I closed my eyes and forced my tears back. Then, Grayson posted another update. It was a video of fireworks at Lotus Bay. That was the same place Camelia and I had gone on our two-year anniversary date. [Camelia insisted her fireworks were brighter. Obviously, mine are brighter!] Even though it sounded like a complaint, his tone was playful, like a couple teasing each other. Ever since he sent me that message about his return to the country, he had not sent me anything else. Yet, every photo and word on his feed seemed like a silent declaration of war.

"Honey, I just found out I have to go on a week-long business trip. It's so last minute that I can't spend our anniversary with you. There are also some problems with the company's cash flow, so could you transfer me $100 million?" I sneered and looked at the familiar figure in the jewelry store, replying, "Sure, but there's a transfer document that needs your signature. I'll send you the soft copy!" He immediately hung up the call. Looking at the signed contract, I got out of the car and headed straight for the jewelry store. As soon as I entered, I saw Queenie Steward, the heiress of the Steward family, sitting in the VIP room. When she saw me come in, a trace of disgust flashed in her eye