Letter About Best Friend Novels & Stories

Love, Dina Marie ___________________________ September 11, 2015 Dear Maisie, (This thing is called a letter, please pick up a pen and paper to reply to me. You told me you love being my best friend because I'm so old-fashioned, so prove it.) I am not doing anything sketchy. So, please do not follow me around. I promised you that I had changed, didn't I? Please, just focus on taking care of your sick boyfriend. I will be fine.

"Think about it. No pressure. I'm always here. Just saying there might be something if we can just try it. I really like you, Nia. And more than just being a friend." The last sentence jolted me. He never really told me that. I felt hot all over and wanted to just run inside the house. I opened the gate and said quickly, "Sure, I'll think about it. Take care and see you on Monday." I hurried inside and closed the gate. I changed into comfortable pajamas. I took out the book he gave me and opened it. Inside he wrote, Dearest Nia, Thanks for always being there for me. I am so luck to have you as my best friend.

A beautiful friendship displayed, a bond like no other not hidden and true happiness shown through our eyes. There's a deep meaning behind this picture, this is the picture I cried over, I'd looked it over so many times because I was calling out to him, wanting him to come back, wanting him to come back to me. My best friend. I take a seat on one of the steps, grabbing a hold of the many letters on the floor. There are dfferent coloured envelopes with different types of style writing yet his words. Oh God his words. He'd written to me but how is it possible that I never saw none of these?

If I crossed the line, I would be hated by my best friend, the only friend that I had in my life. I gave him my words, dragging a long puff from the cigarette, " I will.. don't worry..my man will later go to receive him." Albert pulled me into his tight hug, grinning in relief, " I knew it, buddy. Only you understand me the best." _________

I took it with some trepidation because I already knew the dangerous news it would convey. "Lucy, thank you for welcoming me into your home and your life. I will be truly grateful to you for showing me that the friendship of a stranger is much more valuable than all the friendships I already have with my old friends. Thank you for putting up with me and going along with all my craziness; you're the best. I know you hate that I'm emotional and cheesy, but I genuinely appreciate you. I hope we meet again someday in life. Don't miss me too much. I'm sorry for not saying goodbye, but I prefer not to do it in person, as I know I'm not brave enough not to cry. Plus, this way, I make sure we'll mee

“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.

Come alone. **Sincerely,** **A Friend** My first instinct was caution. The timing of the letter and the vague nature of its contents made me wary. I couldn't help but wonder who this "friend" was and what their true intentions might be. However, the prospect of additional resources was tempting. Our town was in desperate need of aid, and rejecting this offer without investigation could be a missed opportunity. I folded the letter and tucked it into my jacket, deciding to discuss it with Nathanial and Elijah before making any moves. In times like these, every decision carried weight and potential consequences.

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,

It was after she started walking with him that everyone started noticing her and she got her name known on every teacher and student's lips. Elena felt her heart and eyes sting at the memory of the both of them. He was her only best friend, the one that could tolerate her nonsense, her weird obsessions. The only one she could push around without him complaining and would always be there to listen to all of her tantrums. She clicked on another link that she saw, “how to know if you like your friend”. The first thing she saw made her clench her jaw, “You want to be around them every time.” she read.

I've missed my best friend terribly, and I can only hope she won't be too angry with me for leaving without a word. As my thoughts drift back to Alpha Alexander, I can't help but feel a sense of dread wash over me. Crushing on my best friend's father and my Alpha feels like a betrayal of the highest order. I swallow hard, feeling the weight of embarrassment settle heavily upon me. This is my father's best friend, after all.