Love You My Best Friend นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The fact that he’s doing so again after pushing me away for two years kind of throws me off kilter. “About that.” He looks up. “I’m sorry,” “You’re sorry?” “Yes. I’m sorry. You were my best friend,” “And you were mine,” I say, lifting a shoulder. “Would it be too much to ask to let bygones be bygones?” he asks, an uncertain smile on his face. I lift a shoulder. “I guess not,”

I stiffened at first, caught off guard but soon melted into the hug. “It’s so good to see you in person again,” she said, pulling back just enough to search my face, her eyes shining. “Not on some glossy magazine cover, not in an ad, but here, my best friend, finally.” I chuckled, warmth settling in my chest. “I missed you too, Lexi.” I said softly, though the weight of everything I’d been running from still pressed against me.

“I’ll make time this week so we can do all that we planned to do.” “Liv, you don’t have to stress yourself….” “I want to.” She said and then she put an arm around me. “I miss my best friend.” “I miss my best friend too.” I told her softly. “So, what do you say bestie. Would you be my date to the homecoming dance?” She asked me with one raised eyebrow. How did we get here? I wondered. I wanted to tell her about Brad and I. I needed to but somehow this whole conversation had changed things.

Her right eyebrows lifted, with her eyeballs wide open in an utter displeasing gesture “Why can't it be me” I fired back “What? How can you even say that you're my fucking best friend” “A best friend that has always been there for you, a best friend that was there when your Almighty step brother was ignoring you, a best friend that has never left your side, a best friend that has always had your best interest at heart, it's me Taylor I'm that best friend that has always made sure you're okay, so why can't it be me, why must it be that dude that has made you cry over and over, and over again, he doesn't even love you, can't you see that?”

"I'm sorry. I know it's stupid, and you can't, um..." I moved closer to her. "It's not stupid, but you haven't answered me." I reached out and cupped her cheek, brushing away a tear with my thumb. God, she was crying. I'd never seen that before. "Are you in love with me?" "Cindy, you're my best friend." Tears were running freely down her face now. "You're the most beautiful, smartest, most incredible woman I've ever known, and when I hold you I feel like I can fly. Of course I love you. But I don't want to lose this."

"Yeah, I'm crazy for loving you. And face the fact that you will marry someone else! I really have gone mad!” “Del, I'm getting married in two days. And now that you're saying all this, what for?" said Brisa still not wanting to believe her friend's words. “There are still two days to go, everything is still changing. Do you love me? If so, come elope with me.” Brisa was surprised by Delmar's suggestion. His mouth opened very wide. "We're friends, Del." "But I told you. It's been a long time since I no longer consider you as my best friend. I love you, Bri."

I took a deep breath and began again. "I don't want what we have, get out of hand. Get all messed up. I love you so much, that I can't get this out of hand. You've known me damn near my whole life. And what you done for me at the hospital and helping me get back on my own again. No one would have ever done that for me. No one Joey. And that's where I'm getting at, your the bestest friend, I could ever ask for. I just," I stopped again. Lost with words.

" he said and turned off the call. Made love? For me, it's just sex. If there is anyone else I want to do that thing with love. He will do it with Ath, my beloved best friend. He was stunned by the thought. F*ck! He shouldn’t be thinking that. He looked at Athalia. "Ath," he said to get Athalia's attention.

“I just feel so emotional because you’re the bestest friend a girl could ever have, and I wanted you to know I love you.” Before you come at me, I’ve been using the word ‘Bestest’ since I heard Nicki Minaj rap it in a song called BedRock. It weirdly made sense. “Aww, Babe,” she says, her own eyes watering. “I love you too.” “Why are you crying?” I ask, my voice catching. “Because you’re crying,” she sniffles, fanning her face. We both burst out laughing through our tears, probably looking ridiculous to everyone else, but I don’t care.

He said before continuing, " But... I have got a song I'll sing for her, it's titled, Best friends by Missy Elliot. " " Enjoy! " Without wasting for anyone's response, he got his guitar and began playing it for some minutes before his angelic voice rang out in the whole hall. " My best friend say She sick of me crying on the phone Tellin how the Men are dogging me My best friend say Don't tell her nothin bout me can you girl She ain't showing me no sympathy My best friend say If she was me she'd let you go a long time ago My best friend say My best friend say