A Poem For My Best Friend Novels & Stories

We sat down right away and continued our conversation. "That's it; they're well-liked. I mean, who am I? I'm just an ordinary student here," I admitted with a sigh, "but I still love my best friend." "Trust me, he loves you too." "Hey, what are you up to over there?" As I realized it was Shan, I turned away. "Are you talking about the guy who you were referring to in your poem the other day?" I rolled my eyes because I had only recently realized Shan was numb, but I still managed to grin at him, "Why?"

There was nothing I missed about the years I’d shared with Maria Clara. Something inside me said we had already given everything. That we were spent. But the woman I truly missed... that one, I could never confess. Our friendship would end right there. "Maybe it is..." I lied, downing the whiskey in a single gulp.

Maybe I just miss my best friend. I really miss my best friend. I miss him so much! I wish he was here.

But just in case that something has happened to me, I’m writing this letter to say the words that I couldn’t say to you in person. For the past nine years, I’ve never tried to stop contacting you. Even when all the emails that I’d sent to you were returned to me, I’ve never stopped trying. You are my best friend. The closest thing that I had to a sister. Or is it just me who feels this way? Am I the one who has remained trapped in the past whilst you’ve already moved on? I have no idea. But it’s all over now.

“That’s my best friend!” To be continued...

Not from my best friend. Not in this life. Not in the next life.

Juss. Finding Marlani in the state that she was that day, enveloped me with an overwhelming guilt, knowing that my best friend could have died, while I was the most hated person on her list, was something I could not get over. She looked so frail, so delicate, like she was going to break at any moment, and it would only take the slightest push. It was all my doing. She trusted me and I betrayed her, I broke her, I broke my best friend, and it was too late to make her whole again, not that I would be able to even if I tried. I ruin things rather than fix them.

So I decided to focus on writing the poem which I imagined so I won't forget when he ask me ! What you have done to me It's not me I'm sure it's not me You're not a perfect match for me you're bad and cruel But who knows you're the most pain baring person Your pain is vulnerable Your pain is invisible You're not the person whom you're portraying to the world You're a kid craving true love to mend your heart I will be your guardian angel in your life of hell I will be light to your dark soul I will mend your heart with a ray of hope called love

"So don't leave me. Please? Elaine, I can barely imagine myself without my best friend." To my surprise, he wrapped his arms around me. Tight enough that I could barely move and felt the warmth of his heart. How am I supposed to move on and get past this? Dylan Spencer, my best friend, is my weakness.

And lifting my leg, so I was on one knee, did nothing to initiate her filling her lungs. Go big or go home. "Masyn, I never imagined when we met in kindergarten that seventeen years later you'd be my best friend. But now that I've had you, I never want to let you go. I know it's fast, although not really, considering how long I've loved you, and-"