1st Year Anniversary Poems Novels & Stories

From having someone take the worst date on the calendar and turn it into something that belongs to us. "Year one was about moving forward," he continues. "Year two was about joy. Year three was about peace. Year four is about beauty. Every year is a different thing. Every year is me choosing to give you something on this date instead of letting this date take something from us." The plane starts to taxi. "What are the next years?" I ask. "I don't know yet. But I'm going to spend the next year figuring it out. And the year after that. And the year after that. However many years we have, I'm going to spend them making this date ours instead of his."

One Year Later The Barrett estate was filled with life, laughter, and warmth. It was the twins’ first birthday, and the garden had been transformed into a magical wonderland with twinkling lights, pastel-colored balloons, and flowers. The scent of freshly baked cakes and savory treats prepared for the celebration filled the air.

With emoji’s too. “What’s this?” I grumbled, scowling at a big heart sticker I came across in the chat. But that was all I needed to actually note the dates behind these texts. “6 months ago” I mouthed, scrolling slower now. Seeing even more. 8 months ago, 1 year ago, 1 and half year ago, 2 years ago… loads of them. Until I saw it, “Happy one year anniversary El. It’s been a year already, can’t believe it. Do you believe it? I made your favorite, and can’t wait for you to come home. I love you, Eliot.”

Before I could realize what was going on, he hugged me so tight. As our bodies collided, I felt all those memories coming back into my head. My love for Lysander started reckoning in my head as I remembered how crazily he made love to me for the first time in Five years! Remembering this, I resisted pushing him away. “I want to be the first to say this to you, Ivy. HAPPY NEW YEAR, 2025!” He hugged me even tighter. “ I hope that this year will bring a tremendous turnaround in our lives, Ivy! Please, can we start off this year as good friends?”

"But it was the beginning. The beginning matters." Ernest wrote the whole conversation in the journal that evening. He wrote it as accurately as he could, because the record of the first year required this kind of accuracy — the honest accounting of what had been, from the vantage of what was. The first year had been a year of looking for the wrong person. The second year had been a year of beginning to see the right one. The years since have been the years of the right seeing. He wrote at the end: The first year was a year of looking for the wrong person. The second year was a year of beginning to see the right one. The years since have been the years of the right seeing. This is also a thi

I stare at the text as one thought runs through my head. I forgot. There’s a heavy urge to feel horrible running through me, but the feeling of surprise overpowers it, because I forgot, and I never forget. I never forget Levi and I’s anniversary. In the first year we started dating, Levi and I celebrated our anniversary three times in that year, marking it by four-month miles instead of waiting the full year. Levi thought of it, and I was hesitant to participate at first - then he came with his smiles, and his easy ways, and I felt all my hesitance melt away as we celebrated our first anniversary four months after I agreed to be his girlfriend.

, 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"

The years on the world of red sun and grey dust were not counted in seasons, for there were none. They were counted in songs. The first year was the Year of the Single Note, when Aevon had spoken the word "green." The second was the Year of the First Chorus, when the twelve children learned to sing the rediscovered lullaby together without tears. By the fifth year, their courtyard was no longer a courtyard. It was the heart of a thriving village they called "The Cradle."

I turned to him and just smiled like an idiot. "You're being creepy." "You don't know how happy I am right now.." I said and he just munched his pizza. "Deandre.. Let's celebrate every anniversary starting from now. 1 year.. 2 years.. 3 years.. 5 years.. 10 years.." I said and he just nodded. "You know.. I'm so excited to spend my whole life with you." I said as I bite my pizza. "Oh.. I have a dream.. a song to sing.." I sang just like the movie.

The words died in my throat as I didn't know how to finish. She noticed me and waved me off. “Don't be silly, Bella. You've been asking me that for the past few days. I'm light as rain.” “A new year is coming. Wonderful, isn't it?” I swallowed and nodded. A new year. A full year had already passed since I had run away, but the New year was more monumental. “It is.” It was one of my favourite celebrations. I wanted to add, but didn't. “If only it wasn't for the best, it would be more than just a single celebration.”