Dear Best Friend Letter Novels & Stories

"Think about it. No pressure. I'm always here. Just saying there might be something if we can just try it. I really like you, Nia. And more than just being a friend." The last sentence jolted me. He never really told me that. I felt hot all over and wanted to just run inside the house. I opened the gate and said quickly, "Sure, I'll think about it. Take care and see you on Monday." I hurried inside and closed the gate. I changed into comfortable pajamas. I took out the book he gave me and opened it. Inside he wrote, Dearest Nia, Thanks for always being there for me. I am so luck to have you as my best friend.

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.

Laughter, soft and breathy, unmistakable. My best friend.

Your friend Mary Dear Zerden, This will be my last letter. I don’t know what to say to you. There are so many things which are left unspoken and so many memories. You have been such a central part of my life for so long, letting you go feels unreal. I’m disappointed in you, Zerden. I wish I wasn’t, that I could be the bigger person. But I can’t. I thought you were my friend, but I was wrong. Thinking you could be happy for me was wrong as well. I’m disappointed in you for not being the man I know you can be. I’m sorry it had to end like this. Please listen to your father and your mother. They want what is best for you. With regard

My car and house are now yours. Please take care of yourself. I love you so so much. ….Your seductress, Marcella ~~ By the time I finish… my hands are shaking so badly I can barely hold the pen. Then I write another to Stephanie. ~~~ Stephanie, Thank you. Thank you for being my best friend… my only real friend. Thank you for always standing up for me… for always being there… for understanding me even when I didn’t explain myself. Thank you for loving me the way you did… even when I made it hard.

It’s Urgent! My thumb hovered over the screen of my phone, rereading the message and admiring her beautiful face. Confusion churned in my stomach. If it was her, what then? She’s my daughter’s best friend. If I go after her, that’d be me betraying Mirabel. But, if she wasn’t the one, why did every look from her feel like fire? I hit send, and the message whooshed away.

My car and house are now yours. Please take care of yourself. I love you so so much. ….Your seductress, Marcella ~~ By the time I finish… my hands are shaking so badly I can barely hold the pen. Then I write another to Stephanie. ~~~ Stephanie, Thank you. Thank you for being my best friend… my only real friend. Thank you for always standing up for me… for always being there… for understanding me even when I didn’t explain myself. Thank you for loving me the way you did… even when I made it hard.

And how could he think it was okay to treat me that way when I was his daughter's best friend? My phone pinged at that moment and after turning it on to see the message I'd received, my heart fell upon reading it's content.

“It’s not exactly like that, Dad. I’ve grown up. I’m a twenty-three-year-old woman. You should come back. This conversation needs to happen face-to-face.” “I can’t. I don’t even want to. The truth is, I don’t know how to live without Alexandre by my side. You took the most important person I’ve ever known away from me. My best friend.” “I didn’t take anyone from you. Alexandre would never abandon you. He’s buried in paperwork right now, he can’t even rest, Dad. While he’s your friend, what are you to him? There’s no reciprocity in that friendship. You talk about being afraid of losing him, but you’re the one throwing him away. What happened between us changes nothing between you two. Unless

“I’ll make time this week so we can do all that we planned to do.” “Liv, you don’t have to stress yourself….” “I want to.” She said and then she put an arm around me. “I miss my best friend.” “I miss my best friend too.” I told her softly. “So, what do you say bestie. Would you be my date to the homecoming dance?” She asked me with one raised eyebrow. How did we get here? I wondered. I wanted to tell her about Brad and I. I needed to but somehow this whole conversation had changed things.