365 Reasons Why I Love My Best Friend Mga Nobela at Kwento

Matthew It wasn’t every day that I got a chance to surprise my best friend, especially since our jobs had basically kept us in different countries ever since college. We’d gotten together every chance we could, but for the past decade it had been a once-per-year affair. And now that he was about to get married and start a family, that number would likely be reduced. Wearing my driver’s hat and standing in the baggage area of Hilton Head Island Airport, I felt a pang of anticipated loneliness at the thought. Scott getting married shouldn’t have bothered me as much as it did.

"You don't know how much I miss you Ath. I miss you so much. But, you didn't even tell me that you miss me too. You're avoiding me— she cut off the rest of what he was going to say. "Because you have a girlfriend. Wrong. It is wrong to see we're still close, Luke. You have a girlfriend, and I'm a woman. Even if we're just friends, I'm still a woman. I know she'll be hurt when she sees we're still together. So please, bear with me Luke. Even though we're not always together, you're still my best friend. " she said and stared into his eyes. He took a deep breath and looked down.

"You must be wondering who I'm talking about. Who else? Anki." "Ankita Agarwal. Anki. We’ve been, well, ‘best friends’, since the 5th grade. And then, one day, it happened, for her. For me, well... I guess I’ve always been in love with her." As Punit spoke about Ankita, his eyes lit up and a soft smile formed on his lips. He gazed into the distance, lost in thought, as he reminisced about their long-lasting friendship and the feelings he had for her.

The energy that is flowing through your touch and collides with every particle of my body. I love you because you are my best friend. And you are my biggest fucking enemy too. I love you because you know the rhythm of my heart. I love you because you are the tide to my ocean. You know how to calm me down, but at the same time, you know exactly what it takes to drive me crazy and make me beg for more. I love you because you feel like home to me. And this fucking hurts. I know that I drove you to do things that I think you would have never done if did not meet me.

“It’s more my fault, because I’m the reason we ended up like this. But Kat, my best friend, why me?” “There is no reason why I loved you. I just chose you. My heart chose you.” “Is that possible? No reason at all?” “Yes. If I said I loved you because you make me happy, what if one day you no longer make me happy? Does that mean I won’t love you anymore? If I said I loved you because of your looks, what if you lost them? Would I stop loving you then? If I said I loved you for your personality, what if you changed? Would I stop loving you too? I love you because my heart chose you, nothing else.”

"Like I'd ever be that fuckin' stupid. Man would somehow blame me for it, then go hunt down the poor kid." Honestly? Fair. Gray probably would kill a teenage McDonald's employee over me offering titties in exchange for fried potatoes. Which really should not sound as weirdly romantic as it does. I finally open the bag. The smell hits me instantly—hot grease and salt wrapping around my soul like emotional support in edible form. God bless McDonald's. I shoot a fry into my mouth and practically moan. "Okay, wow," I mumble around the bite. "You're officially the best person I've ever met."

What he said was perfect and it lifted a huge weight off my shoulders. “I’m sorry, I was just scared that you would choose to walk away and end our friendship.” I croaked. “Now why the hell would I do that, babe? I love you so much and I would rather have you as my best friend than lose you. Hell, I’d give a left nut just to erase everything I did to you. Babe, you're everything to me and if you love Alec, then I will be there for you and support you as long as you always include me in your life.” I smiled radiantly.

“He’s been my best friend since we were kids. He knows all the versions of me—the awkward one with braces, the broke college student, the girl who used to cry over fashion week rejection emails and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t see me that way either.” Jessica leaned her head back against the couch, smiling softly. “And he still loves you. Probably because of all that and don’t act like you don’t like him. You guys frustrate me so much, I think someone needs to sit the both of you down and make you talk to each other.”

I hold his hand and make sure that he can remember how he made me feel delighted to have him by my side, as a friend. "You're my closest friend and I am grateful to you because even though I don't have many friends, I felt happiness like I have countless friends. You are really my best friend. You're the best of best friends!" we both laugh with the warmth in our eyes. He's really my best friend. "When I thought for a long time last night, I realized that there's things that we sometimes do that can't be reasoned out. Maybe worse or good, but the important thing is that we should wake up and be true to ourselves." I patted his shoulders, comforting him.

One I don't want to remember and another I miss many times. I miss going out by myself, I miss seeing the bright sky, shining sun, people, gloomy flowers, going to the mall, meeting new people and my friends. Thinking about my friends….I am still thinking about Grace, ...how is she? What must she be doing? Maybe she has kids by now? Is she also blaming me for what happened with her family? Truth be told, I sincerely think that there’s no getting over losing a best friend, especially a best friend whom you’ve loved so much, was there with you through the best and the worst of times, and whom you’ve known forever. There’s no getting over it, at all.