Novel & Cerita Dearest Friend Poem

, I said as I looked at myself in the mirror, admiring my beauty. "Okay then, I will pick you up in the next 10minutes" Edin, my best friend said as he ended the call. Meanwhile, as I was looking at the mirror, my mind flashed back to the days we became friends and gradually best friends. Just like yesterday, I laughed remembering how I was a popular girl which no one could pass without glancing at and I was also a troublesome girl(that was part of my hobby).

"So it’d be fine if it were anyone else. Anyone — just not me?" He threw me a look heavy with pain. A father who perhaps still wanted his daughter untouched, preserved for some domestic altar he’d built in his mind. Untouchable. Unreachable. And there I was — the name he trusted, becoming the verb he feared most. "You’re the only friend who really knows me, Alex. We’ve been together so long, I can’t even picture myself without you. I don’t know... I couldn’t bear losing you because of my daughter." "Sounds like a love confession," I joked.

“You’re taking what I let you.” I want to be mad at that. I can’t be. Not when the way he says it makes my stomach drop and my core clench hard around him. “Say it,” he tells me. “Say who you’re riding.” I grit my teeth. He waits for my response and I try to hold but I fail. “You,” I whisper. “I’m riding you.” “Who am I, Saesha?” I swallow. “Veeraj.” “More.” “My father’s best friend,” I say, and the forbidden of it rips through both of us like a match to dry leaves.

“Dearest Aurie: By the time you get this, you’ll have had your birthday and shifted. It absolutely kills me to miss it. I dreamed about it for so long. Well, I honestly don’t even know if you’ll get this or when. I have no idea where you’re actually living now I suppose and that kills me too. I just … fucking miss my best friend. I miss your laugh, your smile, your everything. Maybe it isn’t fair for me to even write, and probably get you upset. But I just had to do it.

But as he said earlier, he needed to sleep already so I urged him to go ahead. Him: ‘So miss, allow me. And remember, don’t overthink, okay? I didn’t ignore you and I won’t. You’re a dearest friend of mine. 😇 I won’t hurt you. Ever. So, don’t think stupid things. 😒 And no, you’re not annoying to me.’ I couldn’t help but laugh drastically at his reply because I don’t know what to say at this point. Especially that ‘dearest friend’. Not knowing what’s supposed to say so I just replied, ‘Understood sir.’

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

I'll become the grass just to embrace you. If you turn outside in the wetness. I'll become your umbrella just to protect you from the rain. I'll become a sun to give the light in your darkened day. I'll become free air just to kiss your body and skin. If you're sad, I will make you smile. Between the miles, between the differences, between the thoughts, if you need me, I'll be your friend. Let me be a friend. I want to be. If your soul will mate with me. We will become soulmates.

, she raised a question glimpsing at her friend who was flooding with tears already. Breathing in and out like someone who was involved in a marathon, Crystal held on to her dress as though she wanted to give up the ghost. Georgia felt so bad catching a glimpse of her friend in that condition as she could not understand what could be happening between her and her uncle. " You know you can tell me anything right bestie?", so told her friend pleading with her to calm down and breathe properly. She was aware that, whatever was going on between her uncle and herself, must be something very huge as it was impacting on her enormously.

“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.”

She pursed her lips, unable to say a word, only pointing at me like I had done something unforgivable. And what if I did? She fell for it and I was not to blame. “He is my best friend. My brother…” the words gnawed at me but I continued when I noticed the way Noah's expression faltered. He went from the earlier shock to understanding. As if I just clarified something for him. “If I don't love my best friend, whom should I love?” Leela stared at me for a while. At a loss for words then she burst out into laughter.