One Year Anniversary With Boyfriend Novels & Stories

Sitting quietly by the window, I watched the eventide overtaking the bustles of the day in the small town, Ontario. It was just like any other day, but not for me. The day was special, I was celebrating my 5th year anniversary with Owen Doyle, my boyfriend. Owen and I started dating around the time I turned 19. It was love at first sight- at least for him. I didn’t like him until a few dates after our first meeting, but eventually we got together.

Sarah “What do you mean you’re going out of town? We were supposed to celebrate our one year anniversary this weekend!” I told my boyfriend Joshua. He’d been my crush since middle school and had finally asked me out for our junior prom a year ago. We’d been together ever since. Joshua was all I ever wanted. He was 5’11 with a thin, wiry build. I just loved his bright blue eyes. I’d been hoping he would finally make love to me after our senior prom, but Joshua told me he wanted to wait. It was seriously frustrating. I’d gone through all the trouble of getting on birth control for nothing. I knew he wanted to. I could always feel his arousal through his pants during our heavy make-out sessions

“Well, you didn’t. In fact, I think that was the night I started falling in love with you.” His eyes softened at my words. “And now here we are, celebrating 1st Anniversary of our marriage.” I nodded, squeezing his hand. “It feels like it was just yesterday, but at the same time, it feels like I’ve known you forever.” “I feel the same way.” He brought my hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss on my knuckles. “This past year with you has been the best year of my life.” “Mine too,” I whispered, feeling a wave of emotion wash over me.

To scream that it’s all a pretty little lie. My boyfriend, Ryan, stood beside me, his arm around my shoulders. Like nothing had happened, like nothing was wrong. Five years we’ve been together. My first, my only boyfriend. The love of my life. At least I thought he was. He kept his arm on me and I want to scratch my skin off from wherever his body touched mine. We’re over. We’re officially ex, but I’m keeping up this facade for the pack.

We have ten bottles of Smirnoff with low alcohol content, so we won't get drunk quickly and junk foods. "So, Hannah, tell me your story. Why do you look so sad, tragic from the first day I saw you? Did your boyfriend Billy ditch you? That beauty of yours may still hurt?" She asked, looking into my eyes as we settled on the side. " What boyfriend, and how did you know Billy? She's a girl, Ally. I guess you're right. I was hurt, but it shouldn't be because we're not a couple. I've been in love with her since our 1st-year high school until now, so it's been eight yrs." I stated quietly, acting cool.

He stared at me and then he took a deep breath and said, “I know, you might feel like we’re too young. And I know you have a lot going on. The restaurant, the hotels…” I leaned forward and cut him off with a kiss. “One year,” I said. “Give me one year. And then I’ll start planning our wedding.” He looked at me for a moment and then he smiled happily. “Okay. I can wait one more year. But not a day more, okay?” I laughed. “Okay. I promise.” “And we’re still going to live together once you move back home.” “You drive a hard bargain.” “One year is a lot of time,” he countered.

I love it so much. "You know I believe that we were meant to be." I do believe so, too. We've been together for years and there is still the same spark as it was when we first met. Since when did we even became girlfriend and boyfriend? College, right? If I am not mistaken. It's been quite a long time to count all the days, weeks, and months that I had spent with you. I don't actually care about how long have we been together, but you still give significance with the numbers. While here I am, just wanted to cherish the compathy I have with you because every second, minutes and hours I had spent with you matters for me. Geeze, Clyone. Every second and such matters, but was too lazy to count t

"Almost a year and are you still thinking about that? Why? When was the last time you had sex?" He steps forward, in between my legs, and his hands rest on my upper thighs. "Not that long ago but not recently also." He answers vaguely. "Why one year?" He asks. "I haven't had a boyfriend in almost a year and I'm only just starting my casual journey now." I explain. "What about you? Why not recently?" I ask him. His eyes hold mine. "I guess I'm waiting for Mrs. Right." He says playfully. I smile up at him. "Are you going to teach her bad things?" I tease.

"Six months from now, we'll talk about it seriously. For now, let's enjoy being uncle and aunt. Practice on someone else's kid first." "Smart plan." He turned in my arms. "One year mated today, by the way." "I know. Happy anniversary." "Happy anniversary." He kissed me softly. "Here's to many more. And eventually, to the family we'll build." "Eventually," I agreed. "But not yet." "Not yet," he echoed. One year mated, and we were exactly where we needed to be.

“My boyfriend and I are celebrating our two-year anniversary tonight, and I wanted to do something special.” I nodded in understanding. “That sounds amazing. Congratulations!” I said, extending my hand. “I am Casey, by the way.” She shook my hand, her grip firm but friendly. “Grace. It is lovely to meet you.” “Two years,” I said with a grin. “That is quite a milestone.” “Thank you. I really hope it goes well. He has been distant lately, and I am hoping this will help,” she admitted, her smile fading slightly. “He has been swamped with work, but today’s his day off, so I want to make it count.”