Meaning Of A Real Friend 소설 & 이야기

Sometimes the people you call your own are not truly yours. The people you trust the most can sometimes become the ones who hurt you the deepest. I used to believe loyalty was permanent. I believed friendship meant protection. I believed marriage meant commitment. But reality had proven me wrong. Very wrong. Most times, the people you call your “real ones” are not always the right ones in your life. The real ones are different. The real ones are the people who stay beside you during both the good times and the difficult times. The real ones appear when everyone else disappears.

We don't want to see them because we considered them as our number one enemy, or worst, our nightmare. But then, you know? There's a lot of people like them that we should love. Why? Because our day or even our life will not be meaningful without them. They were the ones who taught us to be tough. To be strong. That even they are such pain in the eye, they were still the ones who help us to relieve pain and helps us to fight. Cherish them. Even they are annoying, they're still the ones who make us happy every day. Yes, they will ruin our day. But if they are gone, our day will not be complete. Real friends are frank. They tell the truth without being rash. They tell the truth without asking

I paused as the word I've been hearing nonstop popped in my head, “A freak.” Sarah's smile vanished after hearing that. “I… I don't have many friends either.” Her eyes went down. “You know… you can have a lot of friends, but none of them be real friends. Real friends are rare these days. It's difficult to be liked the way you are.” I felt fingers gently engulfing my hand with their warmth. Caressing my hand. Sending a lot of emotions. My eyes went to Edward. That warm smile that didn't exist. Those ocean eyes that were once impossible to read. “That's why you need to take good care of the ones who care for you.” Yeah… at least this feels right. My best friend bedded my husband on my wedding

Frederick suddenly suggested. "Real friendships are few and far in between. Those whom you associate with regularly tend to become bad people. On the other hand, those whom you rarely interact with would be the ones who were always there for you. Sometimes a friend can be scarier than an enemy. I would rather have a few true friends than a lot of meaningless friends," Stella retorted. Frederick nodded. "You're right. You already have me." "Ha." Stella let out a laugh and looked out of the window.

Despite my internal desire for more contact, I chose to stay calm. “So, are you now friends with that Alicia?” Friends...another concept I'm unfamiliar with. Do I have real, genuine friends? It's a question that I never stopped to ask myself before. Is somebody a friend if that same level of respect isn't reciprocated? Surely there must be more to the relationship than shared interests and good conversation- something deeper, something more meaningful. In a world where everyone seems so disconnected, how do you ever find a true friend? “I don’t know…” I whispered.

He had only one wish at the moment to shower him all the happiness he craved for. "When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that is those who, instead of giving advice,s solutions or cures,have choosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a FRIEND who cares."

I wanted to burst out but I chose to stay calm. “I know and I can see it. If you’re treating them as real friends you will treat them as how much they treated you. A friend that doesn’t hide anything from each other and has equal and reciprocated feeling” f*ck! I have less of my patience! I swear he’ll regret why he ever meets me. “Are you telling me that I am faking our friendship?” I asked in so much disbelief. “I didn’t say that---"

I should leave now so I wouldn’t get into their fight. Are those two really called themselves friends? They seemed to just pretending to like each other at first but in their mind, they’re already judging each other. True friends accept and understand each other’s flaws, when it times to sad and happy days they’re just here besides us. True friend is not just someone you can with when you're happy, hanging out, party but also when you're sad, having problems or depressed. When I entered the classroom, I saw Xenon. “Hey, Alyana.” he was about to hug me but immediately pointed my classmates. It was as if I was telling him that there’s a lot of people inside here.

I looked at the trail ahead. He asked it cleanly and without performance and that was the thing about Aaran that I had always found straightforward. He said what he meant. It made him easy to be around and it made this specific moment easier to answer than it would have been with someone who had dressed the question in ten other things first. "No," I said. Directly and without cruelty. "From my end it is friendship. That is real and it is not nothing. But it is what it is." He nodded slowly.