7 Years Lyrics Novels & Stories

"Mia Harper... will you be my wife?" Those were the words I had dreamed of my entire life. Yes, from the day I met him in the park, something in me clung to him, and here I was, twenty years later, hearing the question that had lived rent‑free in my heart. "Say yes, gurlieee!" Chelsea screamed, bouncing like a kid. "Marry Me, Mia" "Say it, Mia! YES! YES!" everyone chorused. My fingers flew to my mouth as tears streamed down my cheeks.

He stares at me for a long moment, conflict warring across his features. Then his shoulders slump in defeat. "Fine," he grits out, the word barely audible. But I hear it. And for the first time in seven years, I feel free.

Closer than before. Close enough that I could see the strain in his expression, the tension he wasn’t hiding as well as he thought he was. “Just… don’t do this.” His voice cracked—not loudly, not dramatically—but enough to make the words feel real. “I waited seven years for you,” he continued. “Seven years, looking for you everywhere.” His gaze held mine, unwavering. “I love you.” For a moment— Time slowed. The noise around us faded into the background, leaving just the weight of his words hanging between us.

I've been with you for almost seven years already … " Sierra's voice was choked with tears as she sobbed uncontrollably, making it difficult for her to speak clearly. Her words carried a profound sense of sorrow and hopelessness. She only realized that almost seven years had passed after doing some math. She had been doing whatever she wanted all these years by Lewis' side. Time passed by in a blink of an eye; she even thought that it was just yesterday when she got together with Lewis. The moment Lewis heard "seven years," a flash of complicated emotions appeared in his eyes. He only spoke after a long while. "Okay, I'll do what you want. Don't touch her."

"You are grieving. You aren't thinking clearly." "Is this really how far you will go to get away from me?" I choked out, the absolute coldness in his eyes shattering something deep inside me. Five years of rejection, five years of begging for a single scrap of his affection, came crashing down on my shoulders all at once. I couldn't do this anymore. I couldn't bear the cruelty of watching him breathe, speak, and stand right in front of me while acting like a stranger. My knees gave out. I dropped to the polished floor, my black sweater pooling around me. I reached out and grabbed the fabric of his trousers, holding onto his legs with every ounce of strength I had left.

I remembered our first meeting and that intoxicating perfume of his. "Who's drunk?" he laughed bitterly, though his voice was broken. "I still recognize you, baby. Seven years. Seven fucking years and you—" His words were cut off when he stumbled and nearly fell to the floor. Thankfully, I caught him just in time. I wrapped my arm around his waist.

I turned to the screen, and the sight of Erwin’s teary eyes is making me feel weak. “Please, mommy? I promise to be good. Please come home, I miss you so much. I want a mommy too…” his small, guilty voice is tearing my heart apart. “I’m sorry for shouting…I didn’t mean to be bad. I promise, mommy, if you come home, I will eat all my vegetables and nanny Lucy won’t have to force me to go to sleep.” “I…uhm…” Dang it. “…okay.” *** Why do we have to play seven minutes in heaven?!

My lips stretched in a smile. We all filed out of the room with Anna and Tamika in the lead. The popular songs by Queen B, who runs the World (Girls) started blasting and Anna said, “Ready? Let’s go!” like we were some cheerleading team. My heart lunged hard in my chest as the girls pranced forward. I was the last on the line.

He ran to me, panting heavily, but his eyes were shining with an unusually bright light. It was a light I hadn't seen in his eyes for a very long time. A light mixed with nervousness, anticipation, and even a bit of boyish anxiety. He pulled the velvet box from his sea-sprayed jacket and snapped it open. Then, he dropped to one knee. "Chloe." "It's been seven years. Thank you for walking these seven years with me." "I know I haven't been good enough, that I've put you through a lot. But please believe me, from this day forward—"

I straightened up and dusted the dirt from my knees. From far away, I could just make out the kindergarten bell ringing, calling the children in for class. They were waiting for me to read them a new picture book. The sunlight here was still gentle, and the sea was still calm. All the hatred and pain rose and fell with the tide, slowly sinking to the bottom of the ocean. I turned and walked down the steps of the cemetery, one careful step at a time, without looking back. For the rest of my life, I would live well, for my sake and for my mother's. All the wrongs and all the hurt would drift away on this seaside breeze, little by little.