Poems About Best Friends That Make You Cry Novels & Stories

my voice cracked, and no matter how I tried to suppress the tears from my eyes, they still fell so I suddenly sniffed and wiped it away. "It was never my intention to hurt you and make you cry... fuck! I'm angry at myself for seeing you cry now because of me! Perhaps it's right for you to be mad at me, too... I've been a bad friend, and I don't deserve to be your friend because I hurt you - I'm so sorry, and goodbye, Kaye!"

She pulled me into a hug, her shoulders quaking heavily with loud sobs exiting her lips. "Stop shutting us out, Ashley. We are best friends. We are here for you no matter how hard it gets. No matter how tough the going gets. We are not leaving, Ashley and you should understand that. I just want my best friend back." She cried in my arms, and I let out a strangled sob, soaking her shirt with my tears.

She shakes her head repeatedly in denial, her eyes twice the normal size. "Seriously? A portal in my mouth. And what..? I could make it sweet. Have I ever cheated you or mislead you at any moment since the day we became friends?" "No you haven't." "Great! I haven't. So why are you finding it so hard to trust me and just have a tiny bite of this food. Do you know what? I am so sad right now... that my best friend thinks I would give her something that could be poisonous for her to eat." A tear rolled down my right cheek, then the left one followed. Yes, I am playing the pity party card on her. It can also be called the best friend card.

Rhoda and I sat in the waiting area, both lost in our thoughts. After a while, Rhoda whispered, “She didn’t deserve this. She cared about you, and I pushed her away because I was too stubborn to admit I was wrong.” She wiped her eyes, her voice shaking. “She was my best friend. If anything happens to her, I’ll never forgive myself.” I wrapped an arm around her, offering what little comfort I could. I had no words—my own heart was breaking. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “For everything. I overreacted. I just—”

"Hey, will you ever forgive me? It wasn't intentional. You know I don't like standing you up or bailing out on you." He said, his eyes so blue and captivating. I resisted the urge to cup his face _ as he stooped low in front of me. Instead, I took his hand. I knew what I was about to say might sound pathetic and would seem like I was desperate, but I wouldn't die in silence on this one. He was my best friend, and I had every right to spend time with him. "If you don't like it, then stop doing it. It hurts when you do it repeatedly knowing fully well that I would get angry, and then you expect me not to get angry."

“I am here. I will always be here, I and I will never leave you just like you never left me when I needed you.” It hurts to see my best friend falling apart, but I figured it had been too long in coming. Tory needed to confront the pain. Maybe after this, she would feel a little better. I ran to my friend and enclosed her in my arms. Tory’s shoulders shook as she gave vent to the pain eating her. The dam broke, and the torrent of emotion wracked Tory’s body as I listened to her sobs.

The only one I could ever call a true friend, that person whom I have been friends with for a very long time… And yet I couldn’t even say goodbye… I wish you the best of life… the guy whose kindness reached to me more than once… A single teardrop fell from her eyes… why was she crying? She herself didn’t know… she washed the tear away and ignored that feeling as it soon was buried deep and turned into… nothing