One Year Anniversary With Boyfriend Novels & Stories

He sighed and walked over to his sliding door and looked outside. 'You're really good, Amy' I greeted myself and manage to sit down. I turned my back on him so he couldn't see my smiles. Just like: duhhh, me and my boyfriend have been together for four years and nothing has happened to us and then you who suddenly appear in my life will take my v card right away?! /W.W/

Oh no… Oh fuck no. How could I have forgotten such an important thing? “I’m so stupid,” I groaned. “I left it in my dorm room.” Her eyes widened. “You did not.” With a resigned sigh. “I did.” Today was my one year anniversary with my first ever boyfriend and I was so foolish to forget the gift I got him. Yes, I had a boyfriend. I guess, luck could still shine on someone as unfortunate as me. In our second week as freshmen, Kasper and I first met in a class we shared together and we clicked. He was sweet, caring and kind.

Anne said. “No, I think I still have my old phone, I have to save up to marry my boyfriend,” Tris said. “Ohhh I’ve never seen your boyfriend, how long have you guys been together? Why didn’t you ever tell me? I’m the only one who always talks about that guy,” Anne said. “We’ve been together for 2 years, not too long but I feel very comfortable because he’s a simple person,” Tris said.

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 would bring me flowers and take me out most of the times when I am free. I felt free with him and could finally share my thoughts with someone for the first time. With time, I grew to like him and those feelings escalated to love. It took a year, he finally confessed and we have been dating for a year also. Our anniversary is next week and I've got big plans for us.

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"

I turn my attention towards the door and I'm greeted by a very familiar face. My boyfriend of three years now. Daniel Ross. He's a 26 and he's a lawyer. We actually met when I was in college and was still underage and really wanted to sneak into this club. He helped me and soon asked me out. Gradually we fell in love and we've been together ever since. "Daniel! What are you doing here?" I smile and walk towards my boyfriend. I wrap my arms around his neck as his wrap around my waist. I lean in and place a kiss on his lips.

"So... are you finally ready to send me that video?" My smile instantly vanished. "Angelo... please don't tell me you're still bringing that up?" "What is your issue with sending me a video, Sarah? I'm your boyfriend!" his voice rose, sounding irritated and deeply impatient. "I've been away for a whole year now. Is it really that hard to pleasure yourself on camera and send it to me?" Angelo had been my boyfriend since our junior year of high school. He was the first, and only, guy who had ever seen me naked.

Her platinum-blonde hair is unmistakable, and the way she carries herself, like she's the answer to everyone's prayers. My chest caves in just as Archer pulls her closer to him. His lips find hers, and she giggles like a love-struck high schooler. My boyfriend, who has been with me for five years, is kissing another girl on the night of our anniversary. I barely realize when my purse hits the ground in a whisper. Something inside me tears. It sounds like a hiss, like dry wood tossed into a hearth. My chest thumps so hard, as if trying to claw right out of my chest.

He leaned dangerously close to me and said: “Now that you know the truth about me, I need to know something. Do you still want a fake boyfriend like me?” He looked straight into my eyes, and I felt the entire room freeze. My words vanished, and before I could even think, he continued: “If you say yes, we’ll make a new deal. It won’t be for a month this time, but for a year. You’ll be my girlfriend from now on.”