A Letter To My Best Friend 소설 & 이야기

, 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).

' Dear Justin ! If you are reading this letter , make sure mom doesn't see you , because you are the only one who will know what I really have to say . All the time that we have spent together was the thing that lessened my sadness in that horrible place because I knew that I would always have a friend that would support me regardless of what happens . You were more than just a brother to me , you were my teammate , my best friend , the only one with whom I could share my worries with . Thank you for being my brother !

She pursed her lips, unable to say a word, only pointing at me like I had done something unforgivable. And what if I did? She fell for it and I was not to blame. “He is my best friend. My brother…” the words gnawed at me but I continued when I noticed the way Noah's expression faltered. He went from the earlier shock to understanding. As if I just clarified something for him. “If I don't love my best friend, whom should I love?” Leela stared at me for a while. At a loss for words then she burst out into laughter.

I sat down carefully, a flurry of Sarah's handwriting staring back into my face. > *Hey Bestie—no, we're not besties anymore. And when you are reading this, I should've gotten out of the country by then Or maybe not, but I hope this letter finds you when I'm gone, to another country entirely where I won't hurt because of how bad I treated you, and you won't hurt looking at what I had done to you.

“We are just friends.” Jessica gave me a look. “Friends don’t look at each other the way he looks at you. Or the way you say his name.” “I do not say his name weird.” “You say it like a sigh. Luciano. Like he’s both your problem and your solution.” I laughed, embarrassed, then set the glass down and curled my knees under me. “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.”

My voice came out shaky and breathless as emotions surged through me. I remembered how I felt when I read the letters back then, I remembered how torn apart I had been when I thought he was the one behind the posters. "We've been friends since we were kids, Keisha! How could you not have a little faith in me and just jump to conclusions that I wrote that letter to you?" He asked, hurt and anger seeping through his voice. His words hit me like a splash of cold water. He was right. He was my best friend and apart from his mother, I was the next person that knew him just like I knew every word in the pages of my favourite science textbook.

Very soon, I’ll gather the courage to come to you. In the same envelope was a photo of Derel smiling brightly. *Seeing you today, playing basketball was too much for my heart. Each time you threw the ball into the hoop, you threw love into my heart.* Read another note from a different envelope. In that too, was a photo of Derel playing basketball. *I really like you, but I’m too scared to meet you. You might not like me.* *Do you mind if we’re friends? Can I send a letter to you everyday?*

“This is the letter she wrote for you last night before I left with the others.” It was as if my worries and problems faded away in a snap of a finger when I accepted the letter from Miya. I haven't opened it yet because I wanted to be alone when I read it. “Thank you. You and Miya have always been so kind to me and yet I choose Triton over our friendship,” I said with my head down, my voice dropping into a whisper. “If you two just allow me—”

She seemed pleasant so it made sense, “Write a letter to Damian. Thank him for helping you and let him know you still want to be friends. It might help because he might want to come here and explain everything to you." I immediately grabbed a pen and paper, and I poured my heart into a letter, expressing my gratitude to Damian for his role in my liberation. Despite it all, I affirmed my desire to remain friends. I had liked our friendship because of this and I wanted it to go back to the way it was.

Use a tissue or a cloth or whatever just don't spoil my letter. So bestie, I love you. I love you so much. I never believed in meeting someone and instantly connecting with them on the spot but it happened so naturally with you. I just loved being around you. You made me feel better... And I never told you this, but you were like the sister I never had..