365 Reasons Why I Love My Best Friend Novels & Stories

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.

There were things I needed to do, and priorities I couldn't put aside. For once in my life, I would not push aside my feelings and be afraid of everything going on around me. For once, I had to take a leap of faith and do something that was going to make me happy, and that was being with Becca. Becca hadn't just become a woman I had fallen in love with. She was slowly becoming my best friend, and a life without her wasn't one that I wanted. I knew very well how complicated her situation was, but if she let me, I would be there for her.

Her smile was warm. Relaxing back in my chair, I smiled back. “Can you love someone and still keep things from them?” I waited for her response. Her brows drew closer to each other as she studied me. “Why? It depends on the reason… I think we all hide things we think might hurt the people we love.” “Like I'm keeping my relationship with Scott a secret so Dad doesn't find out…” I murmured. “Exactly, dear. It's okay sometimes to keep secrets as long as it's not for selfish reasons. But most times, sharing is the best thing to do.”

I had no other answer. I could have said it was because I knew I had no chance with Kiara but then that just made it all too real. Thinking it was bad enough but having it verbalised was worse, like sitting on your glasses and then dropping in your phone and cracking the screen because you freaked out about sitting on your glasses. "So how long?" Kayla repeated her question. "Since the first day I saw her," "Why?" Kayla pried. "I don't know. They say the best loves are when you don't have a reason for loving the person,"

Know that I am happy now with my true love because of your kindness and I hope that you find yours soon because love is one of the best things to have in this world. Your dearest friend, Carmilla

He smiled. "Friendship doesn't need a long time before you tried to protect, help and understand each other. A good friend will always protect you, take care of you and make you happy even if you just knew each other for a seconds." Lesley said and I just smiled. I can't be angry of her anymore, I knew that she only wanted the best for me. The best of good things which I found so boring.

I hope you know how much you mean to me, how much I love you, and how excited I am to walk through this life with you. You’re my best friend. The person I can tell all my secrets to, the first person I want to talk to when I wake up, the d last person I want to talk to before I drift off to sleep. When something good happens to me, you’re the first person I want to tell. When I’m troubled by something or if I get bad news, you’re the one I go to for comfort and support. But you’re so much more to me than a friend, you’re the love of my life. You’re my friend, my lover, my com, fort, ay strength. I am so lucky to have you. I just wanted you to know how happy I am to have you in my life.

That's bizarre and very out of topic. ''That's nonsense. I'm not falling for my best friend,'' My eyes wandering around the room while we both speak about my feelings. ''Why would I ever fall for Kenna? She didn't do anything to make me feel attracted—she's just . . . Kenna. Besides, we're best friends, there's no such thing as falling in love with your own best friend.'' I say. ''It happens all the time in the world,'' He shrugs. ''And, why do you have to keep on saying the word 'best friend'?''

“Yeah.” What was I even thinking? Of course he didn’t mean it like that. He couldn’t. He loves me because I’m his best friend who makes him laugh. That’s all. That’s what best friends do. They say I love you after drunken nights, or after big arguments, or when they’re being sentimental. That’s all this was. Just best friend love. Just like all the times I’d told him I loved him in the past. That’s what I kept telling myself. Over and over.

, I said as I looked at myself in the mirror, admiring my beauty. "Okay then, I will pick you up in the next 10minutes" Edin, my best friend said as he ended the call. Meanwhile, as I was looking at the mirror, my mind flashed back to the days we became friends and gradually best friends. Just like yesterday, I laughed remembering how I was a popular girl which no one could pass without glancing at and I was also a troublesome girl(that was part of my hobby).