Friendship Letter Novels & Stories

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?

Ellen replied feeling smug. "First, tell me what evidence you have about the incident. A video?" Cindy scoffed irritably. "Daisy and I have been best friends for more than three years now. And you think you can come from nowhere to spill a bunch of trash to her and she will just believe you?" "Babe, you've got no evidence to back up your claim!" Cindy laughed while Ellen just stared on with a smirk. "All I have to do is tell her you are lying. Babe, she would effortlessly believe you just want to ruin our friendship and relationship. Who do you think you are? You think so highly of yourself get out!"

It's not a confession letter, just a not-so love letter. Every time I think of you, I find myself smiling. Talking about smiling, I wonder how you look when you smile. Are you afraid you might look unappealing, probably. But still the aim of this letter is inform you that I hope we can share more moments together- wishing it would be for life, that would be better though. I'm grateful for the chance you are giving me. ♠ Axel. Well, I didn't put my name because I was afraid someone might snatch the letter from him and read the words out aloud and then they would know it's me, and if they know that means I'm screwed up.

I asked, remembering how i still felt about Wesley and if it was ever going to stop. “Well it isnt” She said. “You might never stop grieving but as the time passes, you’d learn to cope with it, remembering all the good memories and talking to someone” She added. “You helped me out of mine” She continued as i took the phone in my hands. For all these times, i thought she was helping me out of mine but the truth was we helped each other and those were the best kinds of friendships. Based on helping others. “You’ve got to read the letter. I said alot about it” She said before hanging up the next minute and i placed the phone, opening up the letter again.

Get out of my life. And now here was Trent, asking for something genuine—even if his plan was ridiculous. Still, friendship was rare in a place where almost everyone had an agenda. I slowly uncrossed my arms. “…You still owe me an iced Americano.” He blinked, then a grin spread across his face. “Deal.” **** I sat with my legs crossed on my bed, looking at the letter once more. The edges were frayed from the many times I had read it. Each word on that page was stuck in my head.

You and your sister have my whole heart. With endless love, Mommy A soft smile broke through. Amie had taught me that love could grow even after loss. Her health challenges had scared me deeply, but they had also shown me how resilient our family could be. I moved on to the next. My dearest Mia, Thank you for being my rock through the hardest days. Your encouragement, your honest words when I needed them, and your constant support mean the world to me. You never gave up on me, even when I pushed everyone away. I’m so grateful to have a best friend like you standing beside me tomorrow. I love you deeply.

He slowly read the letter in his mind as his face darkened. The letter had only one familiar written and that looked like it was owned by the anonymous sender. He had remembered and come across this kind of calligraphy writing, but how come Alexa has this letter? The letter read, It is me, your long lost friend. Due to some personal reasons, I have not been able to set my eyes on your pretty face since we last saw each other. I have also wanted to let you know how my heart feels about you. To cut the story short, I am back for you and any force that stands in my way will get what its looking for!

Even a kindergarten child wouldn't have such handwriting. This is definitely Sophia.. I smiled as I went through it. Oh! It was an apology letter. And it read: *Dear Donald. I'm sorry for always making you angry. It's really not intentional. Your world is just too difficult for me to understand.I hope you can forgive me, Donald. I want us to be friends" The writing was so big, they covered the entire page. Gosh! I smiled and fell back on the bed, being amused by the letter.

Aaron’s handwriting was smooth and familiar. “Found out you own a phone, and not to worry—I wasn’t going through your belongings. Call me if you ever need anything. Or someone to talk to. Your dearest friend, Aaron.” Kael exhaled slowly, setting the letter down with trembling fingers. Friend. It was innocent. Sweet. But there was a yearning behind it that Kael couldn’t ignore. A weight behind the word anything. He sank into his chair, the photo still in hand, heart caught between two truths: