Thinking About You Poems For Friends Romane & Geschichten

Do you think you can give me a chance? Again, I totally understand if you don’t want to. I don’t deserve it. I really don’t. To be honest, I don’t think I deserve to have you open this letter or even touch the envelope. So, if you’ve made it this far, I guess that means you don’t hate me as much as I think you probably should. I’m rambling again. Just… think about it, Haven. I hope to hear from you soon. Your friend (hopefully),

She chatted to me all the way there, relaying stories about sharks and turtles and one about her friend’s dad who missed a step and had to go to the first aid station to have his ankle wrapped. She told me the story from start to finish, including how the dad loved cycling and how sad her friend was that they weren’t able to go cycling together that next weekend. “They go every weekend, mommy. It’s their thing and they couldn’t do it.” Heart wrenching sadness flashed in her eyes. It was only there for a moment, but it bugged me. Was she sad because her friend hadn’t been able to go cycling with her dad for one weekend, or because she never would?

◇KRISH POV◇ I'm ignoring her but don't know why my heart is aching for her attention everyday with you gives me a thrill all my dreams you richly fulfill I'm a fool for your charms you belong in my life I belong in your heart love me please say that you'll am I expecting more have I told you yet how much you mean to me have I told you yet about all the happiness you bring have I told you yet that you mean the world to me just in case I haven't I want you to know that you're the best thing that's ever happened to me I wrote your name in the sky but the wind blew it away I wrote your name in the sand but the waves washed it away I wrote your name in my heart and forever it will say . . what I'

With you, I have discovered a love that knows no bounds—a love that sets my spirit free. To Blake, my dear friend and confidant, I treasure the memories we shared and the lessons we learned together. Though our paths have diverged, the imprint of your kindness and compassion remains etched upon my heart. Your friendship has been a guiding light, a reminder that love takes many forms and that sometimes, the greatest gift we can give is to let go.

“Thinking what?” Thinking how much I love you.

Thіnkіng ѕtорѕ hарреnіng when I’m аrоund hіm. I need to stop there and start thіnkіng for mуѕеlf and bеіng a gооd friend tо Aрrіl. It’ѕ tіmе to hоnоr my thoughts аnd walk away frоm this mеѕѕ wіth a ѕhrеd оf dіgnіtу.

That night, I received a short message while folding the laundry: *Thought about you today. Hope your evening is quiet. I smiled, pressing the phone to my chest. The warmth it sparked wasn’t from words alone, it was the knowledge that he had carried me in his thoughts as surely as I had carried him in mine. *It is now, I replied. Thanks for thinking of me. The reply came almost instantly: *Always.

The ultimate reason why I never had any friends. She might be all clingy and friendly with me now but once she sees me for who I truly am. Things wouldn't end so beautiful. She will leave me. Just like everybody else. I stared at her tiny pretty face, still awaiting my answer which I had no idea how to give. So I left her with a small sentence, finalizing my thoughts. For now at least. “I'll think about it.” -Aysha

Thinking of you. A smile spread across my face, and for a brief moment, the heaviness of our situation lifted. It was a simple message, but it was filled with so much love and longing that it was all I needed to push the dark clouds away. I quickly replied with a heart, eager for the connection that our secret messages provided. Claire: Good morning to you. I can’t stop thinking about you. xoxo