Friendship Letter Novels & Stories

She replied in fragments. " No, I was just asking your words are so deep, and that's why I asked," He said. "So best friend, I will always respect your opinion," He said and she nods. " Thank you for doing this always," Faith was happy to have a friend here. "Mention not, that is always my pleasure, " He said and Faith again got an email on her phone. " Hello, Ms. Anderson, we want to connect with you, and want to join our company," That was written.

I said, a hint of pride in my voice as I glanced at the letters stacked neatly in the box. "Well, since you've mastered them all, why don't you read one to me?" he suggested, leaning in closer, his curiosity evident in his expression. "Which one should I read?" "Your favorite," he replied, a smile playing on his lips. I nodded and said softly, "Okay." I took a moment to gather my thoughts before continuing, "You wrote this letter on my birthday and it goes like this: Happy birthday, my forever. You're really special to me and I love you so much. You're my best friend, my favorite person, and my forever buddy.

But just in case that something has happened to me, I’m writing this letter to say the words that I couldn’t say to you in person. For the past nine years, I’ve never tried to stop contacting you. Even when all the emails that I’d sent to you were returned to me, I’ve never stopped trying. You are my best friend. The closest thing that I had to a sister. Or is it just me who feels this way? Am I the one who has remained trapped in the past whilst you’ve already moved on? I have no idea. But it’s all over now.

So, I ended up opening them. The first envelope was a letter she’d gotten from her place of work. It had the address of where she would be living. It made me believe she’d given it to me just in case I changed my mind about her. If I wanted to visit. I kept it beside me on the bed and opened the second one. It was a letter. Dear Elena, There’s a saying: ‘True friendship is like sound health, whose value we seldom know until it is lost.’

But pain sat heavily in my chest, refusing to be ignored. I felt a gentle touch on my arm. I turned to find Lily standing there, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I'm so sorry. I know I'm late," she murmured, her voice weighted with regret. It trembled with the same vulnerability I'd sensed in everyone present, a thought that flickered briefly in both our minds but found no anchor in the present. Brushing away the tremor in her voice, I squeezed her hand reassuringly. "It's okay, I understand," I whispered back, the shared heartache a balm at the moment—a reminder of the unbreakable bonds of our forbidden friendship.

I raised my brows at him, and he just shook his head and stood up, leaning back against the sink with his arms crossed and his eyes up at the ceiling as I finished my story. “Well, he then proceeded to say ‘You’re probably a really nice person, and I’m sure that you, just like me, have plenty of friends at your school, and don’t need a friend who lives hundreds of miles away in a different state.’ And he signed the letter with ‘Thanks for letting me write you this letter so I can get an A. Sincerely, Wesley Stone.’” “He said all that?” “Yep,” I replied, putting my hands on my hips and nodding.

It's not something I take lightly, and I appreciate it more than words can convey. I hope our friendship will last forever, transcending time and distance. And hey, maybe it will spill over to the next generation. Wouldn't it be amazing if our kids grew up together, sharing the same bond we have? I envision blissful and fruitful years ahead for all of us, filled with laughter, shared adventures, and the comfort of having each other to lean on. So, from the bottom of my heart, thank you all for being my friends and being my family. Your support, laughter, and love mean the world to me,"

The letter said: Dear Liam, Happy birthday to you!!!! You have always been there for me ever since we were young and even if Melissa and the others bully me. You are the best friend I ever had, and I am grateful for that. I am so thankful that I could be friends with you since we were young. The reason I am writing this letter to you is because I wanted to tell you that I love you more than a friend. I hope that you feel the same as what I feel for you. I wanted to tell you this, hoping that we can be together. I love the way you smile at me, especially the dimples. Finally, Happy Birthday to my Liam. Love,

I feel like I've lost my best friend, and I don't know what to do. I know my moving away has made things hard, reducing us to writing letters to keep in touch. I understand that things are different now, but I feel like you've forgotten about me. We used to talk all the time, and now we don’t talk at all. I have not gotten a letter from you, instead I receive the letters I sent you in return. Maybe you’ve decided to no longer be my friend, or perhaps you met someone new to take my place, and are too busy to write. I miss our conversations. I miss just being around you.

“Listen to me, baby. I’m going to be back soon, I promise. I wish I had words to explain to you how sorry I am for not being there this weekend. You need to know that I’m away for you. I can’t explain it over a message, but I’m doing this because it’s the right thing for you. Please, just trust me on that. I truly care about you and promise I’ll make it up to you. I swear. See you soon.” The message ended and I wished I hadn’t listened to it. There were tears in my eyes and an ache in my chest. My letter was still clutched in my hand. This was exactly why I hadn’t wanted to hear from him. As determined as I had been when I walked in, I was confused now. What the hell was I supposed to do?