1st Year Anniversary Poems Novels & Stories

No matter when or where she was, all it took was a single phone call from Conrad, and she would drop everything to rush to his side. Just then, I was reminded of something Conrad had posted on New Year's Eve. The caption read, "Being someone's favorite means that no matter when, you're always their first choice."

LEO'S P. O. V "Happy anniversary!" A very confused Jayden walked in, exchanged his shoes for indoor flats and stared dumbly at Leo. It was yet to ring a bell. "It is our first f*ckerversary. We were not together so for the years this date passed, I just let it slide but now look. Cake!"

All because of his awesome words and aura. "In my eyes, Eve. You are exactly how you were when I met you for the first time-stunning. I am glad we met. I'm glad we got married. Now and then someone comes into your life and they turn it upside down in a good way. You are that someone for me! To my beautiful wife, I hope this year brings you as much joy and happiness that you have brought and continue to bring into my life. We are still young lovers, I know, but I see forever with you. Happy 20th birthday, darling. Cheers!" "Cheers!!" others replied with a glass of sparkling wine at hand.

I wish I could remember that first day, First hour, first moment of your meeting me, If bright or dim the season, it might be Summer or Winter for aught I can say; So unrecorded did it slip away, So blind was I to see and to foresee, So dull to mark the budding of my tree That would not blossom yet for many a May. If only I could recollect it, such A day of days! I let it come and go As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow; It seemed to mean so little, meant so much;

At some point, she took the hint and exited my office. For the next one hour, I sat there, still trying to compose the mail but I couldn't get past the heading because my mind was clouded with the memories of a woman I wished I could forget. I couldn't think straight. It sickened me that she was not here, it sickened me that I had to go to bed every single night and wake up every single morning without her by my side. It was driving me crazy, even crazier now that she was just a month and some weeks away from her birth date.

My first poem was written at the age of 8 when I was just a girl who wanted to be loved the way she was in the falls of September 11,2004. I ended with tears in my eyes. My invisible pain was just like the one I witnessed back then on the 29th of November 2006. I remember vividly that fateful day when I entered their home. A breeze of cold air brushed across my skin as the smell of fresh food got trapped in my nostril but all I wanted was to be back in my mom's arms. I walked to the room I was directed to ,picked up a book from my bedside and went forward to ask their son who was now my brother for a pencil.

A celebration in every sense. Our first wedding anniversary. One year married to Devon. My Devon. I smiled to myself, the kind of smile that comes from deep within, steady, earned, whole. I could still feel his arms around me from earlier when he whispered, “One year down, forever to go.” My heart had done this strange little jump. It still did. Every single time he touched me.

he said. I smiled and turned in his arms "that's so sweet of you. You know I love you, I'm happy this has been a great year for you" He smiled and kissed my forehead as I wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "Speaking of which, our one year anniversary is coming up next week on Friday" he said. I smiled and laughed "no presents. Please!" I said. He had a weird look in his eye as he slowly agree "well great now I have to cancel the parade, the dancers, the fireworks"

“It’s the anniversary of the first time we met.” A year had already past? That was fast! It felt like yesterday that I saw him standing in my chamber, wounded and desperate. And it felt like yesterday that I held a dagger in my hand, pointing at him. I couldn't believe that it was a year ago! "So now, what?" I asked quietly. "You want to celebrate our anniversary by wrapping me up and taking me to a higher place and throw me off the building?"

She asked why I hadn't gotten home yet. I typed and deleted the message again and again for a long time before finally replying: [Something came up. I'll go back after New Year's Day. Don't wait for me.] The next second, she replied. [No rush. We'll celebrate New Year's Day together when you come back this time.] My eyes reddened. So this was how wonderful it felt to have someone waiting to celebrate a holiday with you. [Sure.] I turned and booked the earliest flight available. Although it was clear that I couldn't make it in time for the New Year's holidays, at least I could still go back and see her.