Novel & Cerita I Miss My Bff Quotes

My teeth feasted on my lower lip as I walked past his door. Now that I think about it, I haven't seen Kate today. She wasn't present at his class either. I wonder if they're both out on some sort of vacation. It'll be cute if they are because at least his absence would be well described but if that happened, Kate should've given me a text. She's my bff for that reason. [Bff - best friend forever] My chest heaved as I exhale. With my recent concern about her fiancé, I doubt I should be calling her that.

“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.

I pondered for a moment, then typed, "The one where we're laughing at that silly joke you made. Your smile is my favorite." Her reply was swift, "I remember that! You have the best laugh." I chuckled at her words, "Well, you have the best jokes. It's a perfect match." The conversation flowed effortlessly, a dance of words that mirrored the rhythm of our connection. As we continued chatting, the miles between us seemed to vanish. She shared anecdotes from her day, and I found solace in the sound of her virtual laughter. I couldn't help but tease her, "You know, our photos don't do justice to your laughter. I miss hearing it in person."

She clapped her hands and I laughed. "Sure he can!" I said. "I miss the guy who turned you into human!" I said hugging her. She laughed and lightly poked me under my rib wich made me laugh even more! I really miss Hannah and I miss talking to her. I have to admit I was really bad friend for a couple of years now and everytime we talk, we talk about my soap opera. I need to fix my toxic shit and be normal so we don't have to talk about my life for a change!

Getting my bike out, I strap the bag to the luggage rack and wait for Asher to step out. The skies are overcast, nearly as cloudy as my thoughts. I need Gracie to cheer me up with one of her lame pickup lines. I peek at my phone’s screen. Nothing from her. I don’t know if it’s normal or if I am too needy. Must girlfriends text or call their boyfriends all the time? Whatever the case, I miss her. I am not happy. Me: I love you and I miss you. Leaving today. Gracie: miss you too.

I stammered and finally got the right words to say, but I am still feeling so anxious now. "Ooh, so you are trying to say that you missed me, huh?" She remarked while grinning, and I let out a scoff. "Hell no!" "Really? I mean... Why would you miss me, right? I know I am not missable. Is that even a word? Because you aren't, too." She replied and acted quite mean, and I chuckled. You have no freaking idea how much I missed you, Mi Amor. "Well, it's good that you know," I answered and regretted it right after as I realized we were back to being what we were. My b*tch mode was on. Geez, how do I stay relaxed and be myself around her?

I replied, a genuine smile breaking through the layers of my initial surprise. "I missed you so much," Mia confessed, her hug tightening as if trying to make up for the lost time. "I missed you too," I admitted, a hint of vulnerability in my voice. The unspoken nuances of our friendship echoed in the silent exchange of glances, bridging the gap created by our time apart.

I can't express how lucky I'm for having you in my life. Even if I appear to be the strong one from the outside, we both know that you had my back too many times. You've always been my rock, my shoulder to cry on and my safe haven whenever I felt down. I remember when I missed the writing contest because of my IBS and I kept crying my eyes out then you came out of nowhere and you brought me Pringles, chocolates, cupcakes and too many things to make me feel better. We ended up having a Gossip Girl marathon; my night wouldn't have been as beautiful as it was if I wasn't blessed with this amazing friendship.

He states in a low voice and I understand what he is saying. "I'll miss you then." He whispers desolately. "Oh, Sam, You'll always be my friend. How can I forget you? I'll just be a call away from you." I say cheering him up. "And we can always facetime whenever you'll get time." "And I am damn sure you'll get there a ton of hot chicks to keep you entertained." I joke, nudging him lightly. "I'll still miss you." He admits making a face like a five-year-old kid whose lollipop has just been stolen.

Before I could type back, another message popped in; >> "I can’t pretend that I don’t miss you because I see you in everything that I do. I can’t help that I miss you and the person that I was when I was with you. I’m not sure what is worse, missing you, or pretending that I don’t". << "I miss you so much that I am jealous of the people that get the chance to see you every day". >>"If I had a flower for every time I think about you and how much I miss you, then I would be walking forever in an endless garden."