Letter For Boyfriend Anniversary Novels & Stories

"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

A wrapped box. I don’t remember this. I open it. A small keychain inside. A little engraved tag: “Congratulations, we did it.” I frown. When did he give me this? Keep pile. Then I find a letter. Unopened. My stomach drops. I don’t remember this either. I push everything else aside and open it. Dear Aria, I’m putting this in your backpack because I just had the best time of my life with you… I’m in love with you.

She smiled apologetically and added, “ But this is so cute of you. What would I do without you?” After finishing her macaroni and cheese, Mike moved closer, holding her hands. “Thank you for being the best girlfriend in the world. Loving you has been one of the easiest things I’ve ever done. I look forward to spending many more years with you, I love you always.” Rose couldn’t hide her smile any longer. “Thank you baby, I love you too, Happy anniversary to us.” She sighed “oh damn I’ve got a morning shift today, I wish I could spend the whole day with you. But don’t worry, I'll be back before evening so we can N*****x and chill.”

“Soft touches. Gentle words. He’s eating it up. Guilt is a powerful weapon. And right now, he feels guilty about everything – about divorcing me, about leaving that boy, about Clara. I’ll use it all.” I waited for a while, allowing him to savor the peace of my warmth and I reminded him again. “Damon… our anniversary is in a few days.” He stiffened up slightly, trying to sit straight. “I know,” he replied slowly. I didn't stop there, I pressed further. “I’ve been thinking. I know I don’t remember much from this past year. But I remember how much I love you. And I don’t want to waste any more time.” I smiled and took his hand, caressing his cheek and staring into his eyes.

Second, the bastard thug had just called himself my boyfriend and they must have found me disgusting for dating a thug. “Jordan…” Damien made to move closer to me but I backed away. The donut box dropping from my hand. “I said ‘act like my boyfriend’ for just five minutes, not ‘act like my fucking husband’ for the rest of your life!” I half-yelled, my fingers curled into a tight fist as I glared hard at Damien. Damien blinked slowly, taking his time to register every detail of my expression into his damn memory, as if he hadn’t expected me to get mad at him for beating a defenseless man to a musk.

She just noticed, all these stationery papers, she complimented them all. "You're damn silly," she whispers, opening her chosen letter. May 05, 2018 I hope this letter has been delivered on the exact date, Anna. Happy Anniversary! I know when you read this one, I'm probably long on the other side. Stop being a crybaby! Stop following me and chase something you love more than I am! You won't know which side is greener if you only keep watering me with your tears.

'My beautiful Elsie, I hope you like the gift I left for you, we know this is how traitors are dealt with. I wanted to wish you a Happy Anniversary, do you remember the day we had our first proper date? Wasn't it a tender moment?' I felt sick to my stomach, bile was beginning to rise in my throat as I found myself reading the letter in my head with Rory's voice, but I carried on. 'I want to celebrate this joyous moment, meet me in the same place we shared that first date all those years ago. Before someone else close to you gets hurt… All my love, your Rory xx'

Amara pointed out eagerly. I lifted the small envelope. Seb’s handwriting was unmistakable—sharp, elegant strokes, but softer whenever he wrote my name. My Celeste, Happy birthday, my love. I wanted you to wear something today that reminds you of how precious and irreplaceable you are. You shine brighter than anything I could ever buy—this is only a fraction of what I feel for you. I’ll be waiting for you at the end of the aisle. Not as a CEO. Not as a billionaire. But as your future husband.

“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.

“A wonderful morning sweetheart. And happy third anniversary to us!! The journey of a thousand miles begins with a step and I’m happy we’ve made it this far. Firstly, I want to thank you for last night. It was amazing. I enjoyed every second of it. You must be wondering why I had left very early this morning. Well, I had gone to meet up with the event planner and oversee the preparations she is making for our anniversary dinner party tomorrow. I need to make sure everything is perfect and matches up to our taste. As I write this letter, my heart swells with a love that words alone cannot express. These three years of my life with you have been the best I could ask for. I love you darling. To