Thank You To Best Friend Letter Novels & Stories

I stared at the screen not paying it much attention. Instead, my mind was hyper-focused on what had just happened. Was I reading into this too much? Probably. Zack was a very loyal guy so it was probably just a friendly peck on the head. Yeah, that's what it was, a friendly kiss on the head given to me by my best and only friend. My best friend, damn my life. You can say that again.

He utters before he stands up and strides out of the ward, leaving me alone here. I sigh briefly as I empty the bag on my body, and a piece of paper fell from it. "What is this?" I mumble as I pick up the paper and unfold it. It's a letter from Alex. 'Hey, friend. Where do I start? I don't really know. Although we have known each other not long enough, but you have been the best friend anybody would want to keep forever. I know I'm annoying sometimes, but I want you to know that I do really love you so much, and want us to be by each other's side forever. If I do anything to hurt you in the future, get mad at me all you want, but never cast me away, or hate me for any reason because I won't

My sister, and my best friend. "Thank you. Thank you so much Mi for staying and supporting me all throughout. I will surely won't be the person I am today without you and Tammy. The impact that the two of you have on me is too strong. Because you two were the only ones who stayed. You chose me that time where no one can. And you were with me all the time. So, thank you, really. Thank you so much for being with me."

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.*

My hand shook but I kept going. Dear Riley, Thank you for everything. For standing up for me last night when your mom wanted me gone. For the breakfast and the almost kiss and for making me feel like I was not completely alone even if it is just for a few days. You are chaotic and loud and you make me laugh even when I want to cry. I am sorry I am the heavy thing in your life right now. Take care of yourself. I mean it. You'll always be my best friend I love you.

"You're officially the best person I've ever met." Luther chuckles, shaking his head as he turns onto our street. "Hope you regret bein' mean to me all damn day." I grab another fry, warmth settling into my stomach for the first time all night. "Maybe a little." "Mm-hm." "But in my defense," I add quickly, pointing a fry at him. "I was in the middle of a tiny little Menty-B." "You said I was built like an air fryer." I nearly inhale the fry in my mouth.

The message read, Dear Christina, You’re the best friend that I’ve ever had, and the best friend that anyone would ever hope to have. You brought happiness into my life at a time when I was in despair and thought that I would never ever see even a glimpse of happiness, and for that, I will be eternally grateful. You tried your best to help me out of that horrific place I called home, and I do not take that for granted. I’ve tried as much as I can to bear the situation at home, but it gets worse by the day, so I’ve decided to run away.

When I took my phone back I saw he'd save himself as #1 best friend. "I don't know if that's true anymore." I raised a brow at him with a playful smirk. "I'll make it true." He winked at me. I didn't realize how much I needed this closure, these letters. Thank you, Ian.

"And because you chose to stand by my side when I needed you the most, I want to give you the freedom to choose your own path. It's the least I can do." Tears welled up in Ana's eyes once more, but this time, they were tears of overwhelming gratitude. She hugged Bloom tightly, whispering, "Thank you, Bloom. You're truly the best friend anyone could ever have." The friends shared a moment of laughter, catching up on the time they had spent apart. It was a time of healing, of rekindling the bonds that had held them together through the trials of life. In each other's presence, they found solace and strength, knowing that the future held the promise of brighter days.

She seemed pleasant so it made sense, “Write a letter to Damian. Thank him for helping you and let him know you still want to be friends. It might help because he might want to come here and explain everything to you." I immediately grabbed a pen and paper, and I poured my heart into a letter, expressing my gratitude to Damian for his role in my liberation. Despite it all, I affirmed my desire to remain friends. I had liked our friendship because of this and I wanted it to go back to the way it was.