Novel & Cerita Missing Best Friend Poem

But now, as the sun spilled into the room, I was left to grapple with the aftermath of rejection. My phone buzzed on the bedside table, pulling me from my thoughts. I reached for it, and a wave of dread washed over me as I saw the notifications lighting up the screen. Messages from friends, family, and—inevitably—Roy. I hesitated before opening the thread with his name, knowing what I would find. **Roy: I thought we had something special. What happened?* **Roy:** *I can’t believe you would do this to me.* **Roy:** *You’re nothing without me.*

The devil entices, and darkness allures. I'm so lonely right now. It's my twenty second year on Earth, and I've only felt fleeting moments of bliss and happiness. I am weighed down by traumas, I'm knee deep in them. I've only had one Best Friend in my entire life, William Balder, but he left, his mom died, and his father couldn't bear the lose and the pain, their house constantly reminded him of her, so he left, he took Will and Willia with him, I remember hating him so much, hating him for taking my best friend away, but now, I understand, or at least, I think I do.

“Sorry about Ava, I admit, I was jealous of her. She suddenly announced on national TV that my best friend was hers and I was so jealous and hurt, I didn’t realize that I was hurting you in the process. Astrid you and I have been friends for way too long and I love you so much as if you were my sister. Nobody has ever threatened our friendship until Ava.” I sigh, my anger dissipating. “Lily, I love you so much and you will always, always be my best friend. If you were a man I would have probably married you a long time ago.” She giggles and holds my hand. “Ava is nothing but my client and maybe, a friend but not my best friend. You will always be my best friend and I love, love, love you my

I never really had the chance to think of how to make one. My life is quite repetitive...always been...like a routine. Work, home, the two things my life revolves around. If I must say myself, my life is hard—-and sad. Sometimes, I wonder how it would have turned out if my parents had survived that day. I wonder if I would have made friends in high school...gone to prom, graduated college, maybe have a boyfriend? I wonder if I would have someone to call a best friend. My mom used to tell me, 'a best friend is who you lean on when everything gets tough.'

I'm no better than Will doing this to her, and yet, I can't help it. “And you’re not just being nice right now, Jaden.” My lips graze her ear. “Because if you were really mad at me, you wouldn’t have come in here with those tight pants on. You would have stayed in your room for the rest of the night where you should be. Let’s not start something we can’t finish. It would be a shame to lose my best friend because I want his little sister underneath me, and we both know, that can't happen,” I whisper.

She wasn’t so worried in the past because she had him, now one of those shadows had pushed him down, showing just how fragile their lives were, how little they were in control. Her sobs died down gradually and her hands came off her mouth. “I'm sorry” she whispered in a voice hoarse with crying, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to help you, to fight for you. I was supposed to be there, I was supposed to be a better best friend, I was supposed to have fought harder for you to leave that house but I didn’t. I thought you had things in control, I thought you were strong enough; I forgot the reason why you came to me everyday after getting beaten, why you didn’t want me with Koty… because you didn’t fe

"What part of home do you miss? A mother that was willing to risk her life and lie about you to my face, just to stop me from taking you, or a brother that deserves to be castrated and have his hands broken?" I winced. At both parts. "Not those..." I sighed. "I miss my best friend. W-We..." I bit my lip. "Just forget it, it's useless." "I want to know.” His scowl deepened, but something akin to genuine curiosity and concern flitted across his perceptive eyes. I could hear nothing except the pounding in my heart as it grew too big to fit in my chest. "My best friend...Renee. She... We used to go diving into the ocean from the highest cliff in Whitefang."

Just like what you said, I can find a way to help my family get back on track again, but I can never find a love that was gone. Just be happy for them Sunny. Atleast, you can still keep your two best friends, but you also need to keep whatever feeling you have for your best boy. And I let darkness take over me as my tears keep on flowing like there is no end. If I knew from the start that this is how painful it is to like your best friend, I should’ve stopped it from the first time my heart skipped a beat because of you.

“Chivalry’s dead—and you know that’s not my name.” “Your crusty lips aren’t chivalry. Use my name, and I’ll use yours.” I smile—that’s my girl. Brandi laughs, handing him a plate. “Crusty? Women write sonnets about these lips. Right, Pineapples?” “I’ve heard a few,” she agrees, earning scowls from Gianna and me. “You’re supposed to be *my* best friend, B.” *And my woman,* I want to add but can’t.

"No friends, no family, no loved ones, just us the misfits, the ones who can't be part of the crowd, the garbage." "We've got no one else but ourselves." she turned her gaze towards me, “it’s you and I against the world no one else, best friends for ever!" We clicked glasses like we did everyday, everyday until that day. But now someone thought it'd be nice to remind me about the fact that I couldn't click glasses with my best friend or take shots at the club or thrash a store.