Novel & Cerita Dear Best Friend

“Goddess. You’re a good friend. A weird one. But thanks Cyrus.” “No fucking problem. Anything for my bestie.”

That was just one of many things I hadn’t told her. “You’re nothing like that, okay? For Christ’s sake, look at you. You’re beautiful. You’re a writer—a popular one, working on her second book. And you’re my BEST FRIEND! If that doesn’t scream identity, I don’t know what does,” she said fiercely. I gave her a small smile. I was her best friend—that was enough. “You never asked who told her that,” I said after a moment. She stilled, her body tensing. “No.”

Best friend. What even is that, really? We all throw the term around, but if you stop and think about it, it’s something far more profound. A best friend is that person who doesn’t just know your secrets; they know you, the you beneath all the layers. They’re the one who sticks by your side through every high and low, cheering you on even when you don’t believe in yourself and calling you out when you’re on some nonsense. They’re like family, but they’re different from family too. They’re a choice, a bond built from every shared laugh, every late-night confession, every moment you thought no one else would understand.

“I would've loved to sing to you, but I don't want to interrupt Asia's sleep again before she swears for me.” Both Yomi and Idara laughed at that. “See, Yomee, I don't have the strength for long talk.” Idara continued almost immediately. “I just want to let you know that you are the best best friend in the whole wide world. I cross my heart.” “Haha.” For some reason, Yomi found Idara's words highly hilarious. “Well, yes, I know that, too. I'm just too much. The last of my kind; extremely rare.”

She was the only person who truly understood me without any judgment. Bella had been a part of my life since the day she was born. I loved her like a baby and would do anything for her. She held a special place in my heart that no one else could replace. I couldn't quite comprehend why I cared for her so deeply, but I knew that she was my childhood friend, and our bond was irreplaceable.

She said, turning her face away, feeling embarrassed. "It's alright. I should be the one to apologize. Yes, I think you look like her, her younger and much nicer version. She's a friend, my ex-best friend," He said giving her a painful smile. "I'm so sorry. Is she dead?" "No, she's not. She's very much alive, it'll take a lot to kill her," He said chuckling, "I'm sure even death is terrified of her." "She sounds fun. What Happened? Why is she your ex-best friend? You both fought?"

"Bri, do you really love Juan?" Brisa smiled amusedly. The strange question from his best friend made him chuckle a little. "Obviously I love him. You know he was my first boyfriend. And we've been dating for a year." "Then me?" "You? You are my best friend who I love the most." Delmar's face turned even more sad. "We have to talk, it's important." Delmar grabbed Brisa’s hand, leading her to the backyard of Brisa’s house which had a path to enter Delmar's backyard.

Fatima received it from Kelly, who was her bestfriend since then but I doubt it was really a gift. As we emerged from the entrance to the building, I remarked to my traveling companion, "I seriously doubt that it was given to you by your best friend." Would it be possible for you to kindly let me know if there is anyone looking for a way to contact you? I won't get mad. When you make plans to hang out with him but don't provide any background information about him in advance, that's the thing that irritates me the most out of all of the things you do. You should be aware, Fat, that it is going to irritate me in a few different ways throughout the day because of the way that it is being done.

Dear Elena, There’s a saying: ‘True friendship is like sound health, whose value we seldom know until it is lost. I have come to realize it is true after you walked out of my life because of what I did. I thought I was doing you good, but it turned out to be a mistake that would cost me a friendship I value so much. I feel guilty about what happened and guiltier that I still want to call you my best friend.

Her right eyebrows lifted, with her eyeballs wide open in an utter displeasing gesture “Why can't it be me” I fired back “What? How can you even say that you're my fucking best friend” “A best friend that has always been there for you, a best friend that was there when your Almighty step brother was ignoring you, a best friend that has never left your side, a best friend that has always had your best interest at heart, it's me Taylor I'm that best friend that has always made sure you're okay, so why can't it be me, why must it be that dude that has made you cry over and over, and over again, he doesn't even love you, can't you see that?”