Dear Best Friend Letter Novels & Stories

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.

I'm no better than Will doing this to her, and yet, I can't help it. “And you’re not just being nice right now, Jaden.” My lips graze her ear. “Because if you were really mad at me, you wouldn’t have come in here with those tight pants on. You would have stayed in your room for the rest of the night where you should be. Let’s not start something we can’t finish. It would be a shame to lose my best friend because I want his little sister underneath me, and we both know, that can't happen,” I whisper.

I cannot believe the body that was lying lifelessly on the bed is the one that is so active right now. " I love you all " " We love you too " the three of us chorused and we all group hugged. The last straw was pulled when we thought we lost Tracy but miraculously she came back to us and that is a prove that hope and miracle do exists !. THE END Thank you for reading my best friend's brother !!!.

"I'm sorry too. I should have been honest. With you. With her." We didn't make plans to see each other. We didn't declare anything. But something shifted—a door opening, just a crack. Maybe, someday, we could be friends. Real friends. Without the mess. I wrote Ava another letter. Not the kind I'd left in her locker—desperate, pleading, full of excuses. But an honest one. The kind I'd never send. Dear Ava,

“You’re important to me. You know that, right? You mean more. I’m sorry I did that. I just couldn’t...” “It’s okay,” Ethan said quietly. “Sorry,” she said again, squeezing his hand. “But what did you want to tell me?” she asked. “It’s strange for you to call me here.” Ethan nodded slowly. “I wanted to tell you" Lily was silent. “I felt guilty liking your best friend. She was more like a younger sister to us. But no matter how I tried to forget her, I couldn’t. I knew I couldn’t hide it forever. So I wanted to tell you, Lily.”

The message was read immediately but I didn't a get a response until then minutes later. When I heard the notification bell, I let out a sigh of relief. Bethany: I know it took you a lot for you to type that out and despite what I did to our friendship, I meant it when I said I missed you and I'm sorry for everything. If you ever want to talk, I promise to let you do so without judging you. I read and reread the message for several minutes, my eyes misting up. Maybe it's the hormones but reading something like this solidifies the fact that I'm not alone and in a time like this, that's all I needed to hear.

“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.”

Maybe my heart knows that I have to let out all my feelings so that it lets me. “You know guys, you are my very first friend. You are the best thing that ever happened to me. Thank you for choosing me. Thank you for fighting for me when I couldn’t. Thank you for being with me. I know, I might not deserve you two, but I don’t want to lose you guys.”

If there was anyway I could tell her how much I cared about her, it would be through a later so I wrote one. LETTER TO A FRIEND Dear Delaney, I have always wondered how it felt like to stand side by side with a person you could trust and you could love with your whole heart without leaving anything behind. I have always imagined how it felt like to hold hands with a person whose soul is connected with yours and who can understand you in the way that other people around you cannot understand.

I hope you haven’t forgotten about me already. Your best friend forever, (Despite the long distance) Ian. I could feel the tears start to stream down my face, falling over the letters in the box. I continued anyway, needing to read every letter, even if I became dehydrated from all the crying. Dearest Red, I'm writing this letter with a heavy heart. I feel like I've lost my best friend, and I don't know what to do.