The Years Between Us Novels & Stories

And i smiled, followed by laugher, while tears leaks from my eyes. “While don't you freshen up before we eat what they prepared for us and then go on honeymoon?” He suggested and I nodded my head, still smiling and hoping things will be this way between us. Twenty minutes later, we set out for our honeymoon In his car. Seeing the awkwardness between us, I closed my eyes to think about nothing, my mind filled with thoughts about the future, and I wasn't sure when I slept off.

James says. " Fine , I agree even if it would take me five years to wait for us , I will" Tife says. " There is no us here and I am not sure if there will be us! He says. " What do you mean by that? I have dedicated too much into this relationship, you cannot just push everything we have shared for a year and six months away" Tife says.

It all felt like a dream, but fortunately, it was real! In ten years, 20 years, and 50 years, Austin and I will always love each other... END...

I said into the quiet. "Mm." "You were insufferable. These last thirty days. Unbearable, actually." I felt his chest move with a low laugh. "And yet." "And yet," I agreed. I thought about the café seven years ago, before everything fell apart, sitting across from him with milkshake and plans and the absolute certainty that we had all the time in the world. We'd been so young. We'd had no idea what was coming, the distance, the silence, the years of carrying something we couldn't put down.

Her chest tightened with a feeling she couldn’t name. Somewhere in the city, a man was searching without knowing why. And between them stretched four silent years, missed moments, and a child who carried both their worlds, unseen, unrecognized, moving steadily toward the collision fate had been patiently arranging.

My heel hit the edge of the bed, and before I could catch my balance, I fell backward, the mattress dipping under me with a soft thud. “Damian,” I breathed, eyes wide as he stopped in front of me. “What are you doing?” He didn’t answer right away. His gaze softened, searching my face like he was looking for something he’d lost a long time ago. Then, in a voice that barely rose above a whisper, he said, “I just… I miss it.” “Miss what?” I asked cautiously. He took a step closer. “Us.” I froze. He continued, his words slow, fragile, almost wistful. “The moments we used to share. The way we could talk about anything, or nothing, and it still meant something. I keep wondering…” He paused, his th

Afterward, I pulled back, watching as she relaxed into the sheets. We spent the next two days like that—fucking, laughing, exploring each other. It was the beginning of two incredible years of passion. Eventually, life pulled us in different directions—new jobs, new cities. We met a few times after that, and every time, it was just as intense. But over time, we lost touch.

KAYLA Six years was a long time. Six years of FaceTime calls that cut out at the worst moments, voice notes sent at 2 a.m. because of time zone confusion, and text threads so long that scrolling to the beginning felt like archaeology. Six years of I miss you and when are you coming back and soon, I promise, soon… and now soon was finally, actually here.

Still, for now, she let herself believe in the moment. Gabriel brushed his thumb over her knuckles. “When I was younger, I thought silence meant emptiness. Loneliness. But with you…” His eyes softened. “The silence between us is full. It’s alive. It’s everything I never thought I’d have.” Lucy’s lips curved, her tears slipping free at last. “Then let’s protect it. No matter what comes.” He drew her close, pressing a kiss to her hair. “Together,” he murmured.

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."