Letter To A Great Friend Novels & Stories

They seem to be more than friends. And that is the problem! I cannot ask him about their relationship. I don't even know what I feel for him yet. It could just be a strong attraction to him, but I don't think I've had that much fun I had with him with any other man. It was just spectacular. I know I shouldn't be ranting my heart out in a letter, but what can I do? I need someone to pour my emotions to and you're the only person I trust. Ciara and Ronald send their regards. They think you're in Chile. I hope you get this letter, and please do reply to me. I need to know you're alive.

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.

"Hello Beautiful, I am better. I am sorry to hear that you are not doing well. Trust me, time will heal you of the pain and the embarrassment you are going through now. I tell you this because I have personal experience on this. Do what you think is right and it will definitely turn out good. Concentrate on your studies as you are almost at the end of your degree. I am glad that you consider me as a good friend and I assure you that you can turn up to me at any point in your life for moral support and to share your distress. I will be all ears for you. Regards!" A smile crept on my face reading the mail. He is the best. He doesn't know what has actually happened to me but still managed to so

“Dear Nadia, I apologize for the wrong things I will do to you even when I can’t reveal the person who sent me. But months with you have been special, and amazing. It makes me wonder why this person wants to terminate you so bad, but I guess good people irritate wicked people. And I’m sorry that I can’t fight for you, despite how good you’ve been to me. Well, I hope you give me a chance to be a very good friend to you, in the next life.

Come let’s be free, free in this fruitful time. Let’s rejoice. Let’s dance. Let’s sing. We are alone with all our dreams to see all the good dreams. Amen to me. Amen to you. Thank You for reading several times my every letter.... Yours, Friend

"I'm sorry too. I should have been honest. With you. With her." We didn't make plans to see each other. We didn't declare anything. But something shifted—a door opening, just a crack. Maybe, someday, we could be friends. Real friends. Without the mess. I wrote Ava another letter. Not the kind I'd left in her locker—desperate, pleading, full of excuses. But an honest one. The kind I'd never send. Dear Ava,

Amanda's favorite. My hands reach for the envelope as millions of thoughts cross my mind, each one always crazier than the last. Could it be-? What if-? Is it possible that-? My heartbeat becomes louder and my breathing becomes heavy as my fingers begin to open the letter inside. I quickly scan inside the diner for any familiar faces before I unfold the last part. My eyes begin to water as soon as I recognize the handwriting. My eyes go straight to the bottom of the letter to confirm my thoughts, before breaking down to tears. "Sincerely, Amanda"

This A letter to his friend. “I am sorry Marco, but this is the beginning of a journey I can not guarantee an end to.”

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 ran to the drawer where her letters were, opened it and picked up the letters. The first one that I picked was her resignation letter. I put it on the table and picked the second letter, the one she wrote to me. I tore the envelope hurriedly and brought out the letter Dear Lexi, How are you? I hope you are doing great. The last time that I asked you such a question was like a thousand years ago. That is what it feels like. Even though you consider me your enemy, I still consider you my best friend because you're my best friend and you will always be my best friend.