Novel & Cerita A Poem For My Best Friend

“You said you were leaving, so I visited my best friend. Her name is Amanda. She passed away a few years ago, and I still miss her like crazy. One of these days, I will tell you what kind of trouble we got into. ” “I bet you had so much fun. My brother is my best friend, and we never fail to get in touch every day.”

I haven't felt happiness in a long time not since she left. She was my best friend,Mia. We have been friends since we were toddlers and we did everything together. From hanging out at the park together to eating lunch and dinner at the pack house and staying up late watching movies. But one day, she was just gone. I don't even remember her saying goodbye. I just went to knock on her door to ask her if she wanted to go get ice cream when I found her bedrooms door open and the room was empty. All her stuffs was gone and her scent has been wiped away. I was so distraught I had a full meltdown and I went to my room and destroyed everything.

As we stood there, neither of us in a hurry to part ways, I realized that true friendships were like the moon – their light illuminated even the darkest of nights. "I promise to come and visit whenever I can," I reassured her, my gaze unwavering. Ella's lips curved into a small smile, the genuine appreciation in her eyes reflecting the sincerity of our bond. "I'll hold you to that promise, Scarlett." As I turned to leave, my heart was heavy with the knowledge that I was leaving behind a cherished friend. Yet, it was also buoyed by the knowledge that the ties that bound us were unbreakable. Our friendship was a source of strength and solace, a reminder that even when separated by distance, ou

It’s making me guilty to chase my dream. “And I also want you to remember this, that no matter what happen, I will go back to you no matter how many years I can possibly be away from you. I love you, best friend.” We both hugged each other tightly and burst into tears like it’s going to be our last night in this world.

“Chivalry’s dead—and you know that’s not my name.” “Your crusty lips aren’t chivalry. Use my name, and I’ll use yours.” I smile—that’s my girl. Brandi laughs, handing him a plate. “Crusty? Women write sonnets about these lips. Right, Pineapples?” “I’ve heard a few,” she agrees, earning scowls from Gianna and me. “You’re supposed to be *my* best friend, B.” *And my woman,* I want to add but can’t.

When I got home, Tristan was in the kitchen cooking. He looked up when I walked in and smiled. “You’re back? How was the trip?” “It went well.” I changed my shoes, set my suitcase aside, and walked over to him, glancing into the pot. It was my favorite pork ribs. “What’s the occasion?” I asked with a smile. “I missed you.” He turned and kissed my forehead. The second his lips touched my skin, my stomach lurched. The same hands that had killed my best friend were cooking for me.

Iris whispered. “You already did.” The words weren’t cruel. Just tired. Silence again. The music from prom drifted faintly through the walls. Life going on. “I don’t want to lose you,” Iris said, voice breaking. “You won’t,” I replied softly. Her brows furrowed. “I forgive you,” I repeated. “And I still love you.” Tears slipped down her cheeks now. “But maybe,” I said gently, “we’re better as best friends.” The words felt like glass in my mouth.

"You're officially the best person I've ever met." Luther chuckles, shaking his head as he turns onto our street. "Hope you regret bein' mean to me all damn day." I grab another fry, warmth settling into my stomach for the first time all night. "Maybe a little." "Mm-hm." "But in my defense," I add quickly, pointing a fry at him. "I was in the middle of a tiny little Menty-B." "You said I was built like an air fryer." I nearly inhale the fry in my mouth.

A L E X I S The pain of seeing your best friend—the person you've loved since you realized what it meant to like a guy more than a friend—fall for another woman is worse than breaking a bone and feeling every motion; even watching your world shatter doesn't compare because it all happened to be. I broke a bone in kindergarten when falling off a bike, my parents separated when I was sixteen, and I witnessed everything I knew fall apart, another woman take my mother's place, and me being pushed from daddy's spoiled princess to daddy's hardworking girl.

The big brother I always wanted as an only child. "If he ever dares hurt you... Call me. I'll make him pay." he had said as a last resolute, making my eyes roll. "He's not going to hurt me, Brooks." Wanna bet?" "Brooks!" "I mean it. You're my best friend, the last thing I want is you getting hurt over a damn fool!" "Brooks, stop it," I said as we sat by our childhood tree house three years ago. "I bet you won't go past five years." he had said, making me uncomfortably angry. But I took the bet, determined to prove him wrong.