Friend Poems For Him Novels & Stories

The work and all that comes with it. I sucked in a breath and let my shoulders slump. “Back home…in my father’s palace,” I started, voice small. “I had this friend. A girl. We met on I*******m.” Adrian blinked. “I*******m?” “Yeah… I*******m. She commented on one of my poetry posts…something sappy about stars and longing…and I replied, and then we just…kept talking. DMs turned into late-night voice notes, sharing lines we loved, stupid memes about writers’ block. We clicked. Hard. Over poetry, mostly.”

His eyes danced with a smile as he stares at me. "I love riddles." I lied, I was just lucky today, lucky to get those answers and it seems heaven was working in my favour, because I answered some riddles correctly I am standing here with my crush, soon to be my boyfriend. "You remind me of my childhood friend." His word made me stop smiling immediately. "She loves riddles and can answer a lot, even the hardest, I am sure no one can beat her to it now." He smiles.

“You were right. We shouldn’t talk” He studies me for a moment as though he is memorizing every line and curve of my face. I wonder if he will study me as thoroughly during breakfast in the morning, if there will be differences for him to note. How much will I change tonight ? Will anything about me remain the same ? “If I were the sort to spout poetry”. He finally says. “I would spout it for you”. I do not know whether to weep at his sincerity or laugh at the words he had chosen to use. I settle on a soft smile. “Spout poetry ? You don’t think very highly of poems”.

I think that was the very first time I'd laughed for days and I'm still thankful to him even as I write this. "Don't tell me you're a poet," I said teasingly "Well, I won't" was his reply. I arched my brows and faced him directly still waiting for him to say something. "Because I'm not" he continued. There was a pause and then, we burst into laughter simultaneously as though on cue. "Thank goodness!" I explained "you would have written very terrible poems" He feigned annoyance "No, I won't" he said, folding his arms. "You think"

Today, on your wedding day, our hearts overflows, With love and joy for you, as our story continues to grow. We've shared countless memories, laughter, and tears, Through the years, our bond has deepened, erasing all fears. From late-night talks to adventures untold. Together we've weathered every storm, strong and bold. As we see you walk down the aisle, radiating with grace. We can't help but reflect on the journey we've embraced. From childhood dreams to this moment so grand We are honored to be here, as your forever friend.

He simply replied, picking up the pencil to do the next step. "But we have been talking since two weeks." I pointed out. "So?" "So it's only natural that we are friends. And we should really do the friendly stuff." "And what exactly is friendly stuff?" "Uh you know talking and giving food and being nice and not letting the friend get bored." I answered lamely. He smirked in amusement, "So you're bored." I nodded unwillingly. "I can think of a few entertaining things." He winked, making his indecent intentions clearly known.

As he wrapped up, his voice thick with emotion, I felt pure adoration shimmering in my heart, knowing that those words would forever etch themselves into my soul. Next, it was my turn to speak. I trembled with excitement and nerves as I took a steadying breath. “Cole, you are my best friend and my rock. I promise to laugh with you in times of joy and comfort you in times of sorrow. I vow to challenge you to be your best self and to respect our differences while celebrating our similarities.” “Together, we will explore the world, create art, and enjoy all the little moments in between—the way you always put pineapple on pizza and somehow make it taste good,” I added with a grin, prompting del

Paige glared at her, "My case is different; I had a lot on my plate, but now everything's different. I've been coming to school every day." "You mean, since yesterday?" Cynthia asked. Paige smiled. Freda just kept staring at the both of them, with a smile on her face until Paige finally asked, "What's amusing you, Freda? You've just been here smiling." "Well, so many things. For starters, my boyfriend sent me an amazing poem he wrote for me, this morning, do you want to see it?" Freda asked. "Um... No," Paige replied. "Come on, it's your privacy and..."

It was nice to have this casual chat with him for once. Maybe we can be casual… like friends. ~~ AN Song for tonight ;) * Your Love Is a Song - Switchfoot*

Worse still, I liked them both. “I’m a friend, Maria Vitória. A friend of your father's. Even though…” he paused, then confirmed, “even though you came into the picture.” He swallowed hard at the realization and furrowed his brow. “I’ve had a long past with him—and also a present. Your father might act like a fool with women, but as a friend, he’s always been a man. I can’t judge him. I hope one day you’ll have a friend like I have—or had—and will try to keep as long as I can.”