A Poem For My Best Friend Novels & Stories

“Just don’t, Summer.” I pressed my forehead to the window. The glass was cool, soothing. My reflection looked wrong. Like someone I didn’t remember becoming. A man who almost let rage split his ribs wide open. “You’re still my best friend, Jake. You know that. We’ve been best friends since we were kids. Why should that end now? Because of… a little fight?” She tried to make her voice soft. Sweet. It worked on me all the time. It always worked like magic.

ELLE Rule number one: Best friends don't keep secrets from each other. Rule number two: Best friends come first before anyone else. Rule number three: Best friends must always have each other’s backs. Rule number four: Best friends must attend important events together. Rule number five: Best friends will not ditch each other for popularity. Rule number six: Your best friend's brother is your brother, not your lover. Rule number seven: Best friends must celebrate birthdays together — always. Rule number eight: You must support your best friend's dreams and ambitions. Rule number nine: No lies - no matter what.

If I crossed the line, I would be hated by my best friend, the only friend that I had in my life. I gave him my words, dragging a long puff from the cigarette, " I will.. don't worry..my man will later go to receive him." Albert pulled me into his tight hug, grinning in relief, " I knew it, buddy. Only you understand me the best." _________

Giving everything I've got; my life, my dreams, my prospects in life, and even my purpose, was all I ever thought of. My love for you got me going strong and active, feeling there was nothing else left to think about but your unfading love for me, my best friend. You bringing light into my life, brought me so much joy, and asking for more was the last thing on my mind. And what was it I would've asked for when I had it all?

And if you do, please tell him that I am sorry, I never wanted him to live the life that I lived. I wish you all the best love in the world. I love you. From your best friend." And then again, another fresh round of tears

I took a deep breath and began again. "I don't want what we have, get out of hand. Get all messed up. I love you so much, that I can't get this out of hand. You've known me damn near my whole life. And what you done for me at the hospital and helping me get back on my own again. No one would have ever done that for me. No one Joey. And that's where I'm getting at, your the bestest friend, I could ever ask for. I just," I stopped again. Lost with words.

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 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.

, 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).

He said. I smiled shyly at that. “You thought I was weird because I had a ball.” I said laughing. “I thought you were special. You were so smart. I was so jealous that it was easier for Olivia to become your best friend.” He said with a chuckle. “I always loved you Brad.” I said and then I twisted myself so I could look at his face. “I’m sorry that I haven’t been standing up for us as strong as you need.” I said. “I’ve been so weak.”