Letter For A Good Friend Novels & Stories

She was lying on the couch, reading through the suggestions her team had sent her. "What’s weird about it?" I asked, writing down a question from one of the letters. "Most of the ones I’ve seen are from fans saying hi or asking stuff about you. But this one? The person’s asking about him and his friend." I didn’t think much of it—until she read a part out loud: "I can’t get in touch with my friend, but I want her to know I’m okay and that I think about her all the time. What should I do?”

IT MAKES ME GIDDY INSIDE. He clears his throat, "Hey, we don't have to be so awkward to each other. Can we just move on?" Easy for him to say. I take my hands off my face. "Can I read the letter aloud?" He asks me while scanning through the letter I gave to him. "Yes! It is yours," I exclaim. He opens the letter and read it loudly while sitting beside me. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LEONEL. I WISH YOU THE BEST FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY AND KNOW THAT I AM ALWAYS BE YOUR ANNOYING FRIEND THAT YOU LIKE THE MOST.

she muttered under her breath and began to write. "Hey Jordan" She started with the intention of making the letter soun friendly. He was her boss but right now, she was more like a friend trying to ease the pain of a coworker "I am really sorry about your loss and I can't tell you I know how you feel because not everyone feels the same way about situations or losses. I kknow you said you needed to take time off to get yourself together and I completely understand that now. Your absence had really made my days feel more lonely and I missed our conversations, but now I understand your reason for sending that message to me. Forgive me, I am so sorry I didn't push to ask you what was wrong or yo

Waiting for me was a text from Smart, the one I had felt would never contact me again. "I've thought about it for days now, Jay. I think I would like to be your friend. Not ones with benefits. Just a friend. I apologize for letting my emotions almost ruin a beautiful friendship. I promise I won't ever come on to you. All I want is to be your friend. Please call when you see this. I will be awaiting. No matter how long it takes. I will always be waiting."

X Now go to our favourite coffee shop. When I get there the girls greet me with huge smiles and hugs as they giggle. “Girls what’s going on?” “You’ll figure it out, but we are so happy for you Emmy.” OMG. NO. HE ISN’T. A letter this time, it’s short and simple. But the last line reads ‘You’. And so the question slowly starts to form. “Have fun gorgeous.” I give each of my best friends a big kiss on the cheek and squeeze.

I truly owed my best friend the world. Forcing myself to maintain some speck of civility, I calmly opened the letter and pulled out the paper inside. I scanned the document quickly, and then again slower, as if that might change the results.

"Junior year of college, when that homewrecker confronted you in person, I fought her for you. I was written up by the school because of it. "And now?" Dylan gritted his teeth and stared straight into my eyes. "Just because I have stayed at your place for a few days, you are losing your temper at me like this. "Max Cairncross, after everything I have done for you, can you honestly say you are not ashamed?" Dylan was right. He had done a lot for me. Otherwise, we would never have become best friends for nearly twenty years. But friendship was mutual. I pushed his hand away and met his gaze, word by word.

"I am learning. I found someone nice and I don't want to play around. I hope you find someone that cares for you too." "I like this change. Makes me like you even more," Jerry sent back. "Please, don't. You'll hurt yourself," I typed, rubbing my finger across my lips before adding more. "You're a good person." "It's how I feel. I got the message. I'll stay in my lane (happy face). You owe me a drink someday. Good bye (finger heart emoji)." "Sure. Goodnight," I sent, smiling a little bigger now. Then another message popped up from an unknown number.

It's been hours already, yet she's been stuck in the room. What should I do? All of a sudden, an idea came up and I couldn't help muttering a word of thanks to my Lord. I took my laptop and sent an email to my best friend using my email address. Me; Mira, How are you, Bestie? I haven't heard from you in a while. Are you okay? Though that sounded silly, it actually worked as I got a reply in five minutes. Her; Jose, I'm fine. Just being feeling overwhelmed lately.

“Here is your speech. I’ve written it up in the nice handwriting that you like since yours is absolute chicken shit. Nothing was added or changed as per your request. I’ll be off to the right side of you so if you feel like you need to take step back, I can step in immediately.” “You’re a life saver Kei. Thanks so much. I really don’t know what I would do without you as a friend.” “Yeah, I get it. but I wish you would take into consideration me feelings for you. I don’t want to always be your friend.” “That doesn’t sound right.”