Short Letters To Best Friends Mga Nobela at Kwento

We'll be able to survive the year pretending to be a happy married couple when it's only for a short amount of time—we've known each other for too long, we don't have to worry about being uncomfortable or about falling for one another. For twenty years, we've been friends for twenty years . . . I'm confident that we will never forget the main purpose of the contract. Besides, helping my best friend is worth it. He has been the one to help me before ever since we were in middle school, might as well return the favour. ''It might work,'' I mutter.

A folder named for me. ‘For Ashley.’ Inside was a letter, dated May 25th, 2025. ‘Dear Ashley, If I ever get the chance to see you again, I would say these words to you. I would tell you that you were the best friend I ever had, even though you never accepted me. I would tell you that you were the best sister a girl could have, even though you never wanted me to say so. I would tell you that you were my icon. My role model, even though you failed me more than once.

"Truth is, Neal, I miss you, but as a friend. Just a friend. I need friends in times like this, not someone looking to take me to bed or go anywhere romantically. I don't want you to misinterpret what I'm saying." "I understand," Neal said. "I know it's time for me to move on from you, Becca. That's something I will do. If you miss me as a friend, then I want to be a friend. Just a friend. You have James, and your family. It would be wrong of me to try and get in the way of that." "Thank you," I said, my voice dripping with genuine happiness at that. "Get some rest. I can hear the sadness and relief in your tone. I think you're out of it like I am right now. Aren't you?"

But fuck it, I was done. “Thank you,” I said to Jake. “Best friends forever and always.” He chuckled. Then we chorused, “Best friends till I die.” “I love you, okay?” he said. “I love you too, Jake.”

The handwriting was loopy, written in English, and on light blue stationery with a floral design. Dear Lance, How are you? I hope that you are in fine condition when you read this letter. I am really shy to approach you, so I thought of writing you a letter to tell you how I feel. I first saw you last year when you were awarded the Most Popular Sophomore. You looked so handsome. Since then, I would always watch out for you. I thought you already had a girlfriend so I was really hurt. But then I learned that girl was just your best friend. I was so happy to know that. After all, she does not really deserve to have a handsome boyfriend like you.

We began to hold regular gatherings, where we shared stories, laughter, and dreams for the future. With each passing day, the pain of the past began to heal, replaced by the warmth of connection. I found solace in my growing bond with Roy and Jax, our friendship blossoming into something deeper. There were moments where our eyes would meet, where the unspoken words lingered, and I felt a spark igniting between us.

I took it with some trepidation because I already knew the dangerous news it would convey. "Lucy, thank you for welcoming me into your home and your life. I will be truly grateful to you for showing me that the friendship of a stranger is much more valuable than all the friendships I already have with my old friends. Thank you for putting up with me and going along with all my craziness; you're the best. I know you hate that I'm emotional and cheesy, but I genuinely appreciate you. I hope we meet again someday in life. Don't miss me too much. I'm sorry for not saying goodbye, but I prefer not to do it in person, as I know I'm not brave enough not to cry. Plus, this way, I make sure we'll mee

[POV ACHLYS - Bottom] Two months is too long for me without being together with my only friend in this universe. I missed him so much. I've been traveling this past month to London, Canada, and France alone. But even though I was traveling around, carrying some catchy bags and lookin' like a rich ass kid which was really true, I can't feel any fun or joy without my crazy Best friend. After that long month, I was finally here on the school ground, feeling so shy and uncomfortable.

Sarah says, scolding Mercedes. Eiana's POV I raised my glass, clinking it together with my friends as we sat at the bar waiting for my best friend, Brooks, to get here. "What is taking him so long? I want to party already!" Shannon says as she took a gulp of her martini, downing it in one go. I chuckled, looking at my phone light up with a notification from Brooks. "Where are you guys? I just got here. This place is overcrowded." He types, making my smile widen.

Buzz…Buzz…Buzz. The noise snapped me out of thought. ''Hello!" My best friend shouted over the phone. "Hey girl, no need to shout, I have perfectly good hearing," I laughed. Katie had been my best friend since we were both in diapers. Our moms were best friends, which only makes it acceptable that she and I are. She was a lot to handle, but I loved her regardless. "You weren't about to go to work on your first day without calling me, where you?' she asked, and I could swear I could feel her smile through the phone.