Friend Poems For Him Novels & Stories

One of the reason why our friendship becomes more stronger and longer. "You know there are two kinds of friends, the first is the real friend and the second is plastic." I said and nodded at it. "I'm aware of that, I'm not stupid like you." I immediately looked at him badly after he said no to me. "What the-- kala ko ba mabait ka na ?!" "I am, I was just joking stupid." There he is again! Like a fool, is he annoying or does he really want to make me angry? An hour later the show ended and he put his laptop aside. "I was thinking, what about let's talk about our favorites? What do you think?"

His promises had always made me smile, given how beautiful and heart warming they were. “ I promise to always be there for you, Miranda. In the good times and in the bad, I promise to always hold your hand and never let go of you. ” “ You hold a big part of my heart and I promise to always treat you like the priceless gift you are. ” The words he'd said to me as we'd celebrated our five year friendship anniversary by the beach still remain vivid in my mind. “ You are my best friend, Miranda. You hold a part of my heart that no one holds and will never. ”

I told my new lover about you. How we used to break silence with our stares, targeting each other like guns with hundred bullets. I told my new lover about you. How we argue about table cloths, about which one is better; "A cup of coffee or a tea?" But now I don't drink both. I told my new lover about you. How you inspired me to write poems about the boy I like; not knowing until now that- you were that boy. I told my new lover about you.

What a waste of time and energy. "So, what do you think, Hendrix? Do you think she'll like it?" His friend asked, excited but nervous eyes staring at him. The boy sucked his drink from his straw, blinking apathetically. "Come on, Hendrix, help a brother out here! I need her to like my poem, I need her to think I'm the most sexy and silver-tongued, charming juvenile she has ever met. My heart and sex life depend on it!" He rolled his eyes at his friend's antics. He's always doing this. It was one of the reasons he found it ridiculous.

" The reverend smiles at me. I take a deep breath; I've not written my vows, so this is all improvisation. "Kaden.. I've spent over two years with you in my life, and you've given me so many exciting and vibrant experiences; ones I will never forget. You're my best friend, my excitement, my spontaneity, and my lover. I love you more than I could ever voice.. Without rhyme or reason. I can't imagine spending my life without you by my side; my love, my friend, the father of my son.. My all. I love you and vow to do so for the rest of my life."

"With wet eyes and a heavy heart, we ink bleeding lines, to make others forget the pain. Poetry is indeed magic" Days passed by and time just seemed to fly away. In the course of a month, Ian and I, became very close; Almost like best friends. He was a very funny and open minded guy and we shared a lot of common interests and yet we were the complete opposites. He was an athletic guy and was very good In various sports and then there was me - if clumsiness was a sport, i would be an Olympic champion. He adjusted pretty well to the new neighborhood and having movie nights at each others house every weekend became our thing. There were times when he would gang out with my sister and pull prank

"Yeah. When Father said he wanted me to get married to you, I was sad because there is someone else I like. So, I came up with an idea to make you hate me." He smiled. "Great minds think alike, right?" "Yeah. They sure do." "Now, I feel like a burden has been lifted up my shoulders." "Me too." "So." "So?" "Do you forgive me? Are we still friends?", He asked. "We'll always be friends, Zue", she replied. He raised his glass. "Cheers to being friends forever." "Cheers", she said and clicked her glass with his before they drank their wine. "You said there is someone else you like. Who is it?"