Poem Missing A Friend Novels & Stories

The next line said: 'Me, I swung and I missed and the next thing you know, I'm reminiscing. I had no idea what she was trying to tell me or why she couldn't just say it. Had she tried something that didn't work? Was she reminiscing? I missed her humor and her smile, the way she'd cut through the bullshit and tell it like it was. I missed my friend. The apartment by Columbia was sitting empty.

~Serena ~ Dear diary, I missed you and I wish that there was something more that I can do to cover up the gap that I left between us but it seems like there is none. It’s been three weeks since I last talked to you, and I feel so guilt, and so terrible, and lastly , I feel like a bad friend , I know that I should have checked up on you and most importantly , I should have written but I don’t, I was away and I didn’t care , hope I am forgiven .

I closed my eyes, imagining her beside me, her hand intertwined with mine as we strolled through the garden together. But as quickly as the illusion had come, it faded away, leaving me with the reality of her absence. The pain felt raw, an ache that I couldn't seem to shake. I leaned against a marble statue, feeling the cold stone against my back. I looked up at the sky, the stars beginning to twinkle as night descended. "I miss you, Emily," I whispered, my voice carrying my longing to the night sky. The silence seemed to echo my sentiment, a quiet acknowledgment of the love that still bound us together.

Shaking my head, I quietly stood up and cleared my table before making my way back to my desk. It's Friday already and I have not been able to hear anything from my best friend, or her whereabouts. She just vanished from my life. Perhaps she didn't want to see me again. I have never felt this lonely and abandoned in my life before. It was as if my life had plummeted into darkness. Hannah's disappearance has created a void in my life, and I just wish I could go back in time and fix what I have done wrong. But it's too late, which is so sad. I only hope Hannah forgives me and that she's fine wherever she is.

The more I try to stop this crying, the harder I cry. “I’m going to miss you so much, that’s all,” I manage to say. “I’m going to miss you too,” he whispers as he softly strokes my hair. “More than you’ll ever know.” His words make me pull back. Could he mean…. “But it’s not as though we are going to lose touch,” he goes on. “We’ll always be friends.” A thousand unspoken words get stuck in my throat and the only thing I manage to mutter is “yep,” as I accept my fate of being friend zoned.

And I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone Guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me 'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street And all my friends are tired Of hearing how much I miss you, but I kinda feel sorry for them 'Cause they'll never know you the way that I do, yeah Today I drove through the suburbs And pictured I was driving home to you And I know we weren't perfect But I've never felt this way for no one, oh

In his boundless energy and unwavering loyalty, I found solace and comfort, a reminder that no matter where life took me, I would always have a faithful companion by my side. Settling into the cozy atmosphere of my friend's apartment, a familiar figure emerged from the kitchen, her face lighting up with delight as she caught sight of me. With a joyful cry, she rushed towards me, her arms outstretched in a welcoming embrace. "I missed you!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine affection as she enveloped me in a tight hug. "I've been so worried about you. You haven't contacted me at all since you left!" Feeling the warmth of her embrace and the sincerity of her words, I couldn't help b

But none of that erased the pain of losing the one person she had once leaned on the most. She curled her arms around herself, her body trembling as more tears spilled. “I miss you, Aria,” she whispered, her voice no louder than a breath. “I miss my best friend.” The words felt heavy, like stones in her chest. And though she whispered them to the night, deep down she knew the truth. Some things, once broken, could never be made whole again. No matter how much she longed for the old days, the girl she had called sister was gone, replaced by someone she no longer recognized.

I chuckled nervously stuffing my shaking hands into my pockets. "But it’s been hard to come to terms with the fact I can't call you anytime. Even though I used to complain about it- I miss having you show up out of the blue to keep me company. . . Y-You know, I was really surprised you wrote poetry. . . I never knew your ass could be so corny," I felt the grin stretch across my face despite the wet trail of tears at the memory of each day I spent with my head between the pages in awe of each piece until the harsh truth I couldn't find his book made the sadness worse.

It’s better for things to remain the way they are now than to keep reopening wounds that haven’t healed. Still, I can’t help the ache inside. I thought we could move past that night and continue with our friendship. But maybe I was wrong. Maybe I truly have lost a good friend. And honestly, it hurts more than I expected. I miss him. I miss our long chats, the times he would come over to my place just to talk or hang out, the laughter we shared without even trying. All of that, gone. And the worst part is, I don’t know if I’ll ever get it back.