Novel & Cerita Thinking Of You Friend Poems

thinking of my unrequited love for my best friend who doesn't even have any idea about it. ----

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?

Your faithfully, The Friend

I really can’t with myself. What am I doing again? OH RIGHT. I’M DYING. SHIT. Those can’t be my last thoughts! WAIT, I NEED A FEW MORE MINUTES! I’ll just think of something meaningful. Uuuhhhh…. My best friends! My family! My dogs! My idols! What else… Ok… I’m thinking of them… I can’t help but smile when I remembered the times when my best friends and I were being idiots, but at the same time, I thought philosophically. My mom, who I just became closer to in the last few years. I’m just happy that I can be more open to her. My dogs… Idols…

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

"Oh, I am sorry,....I was thinking about something." "About the fact that you aren't accepted nowhere?!...." "Eh?! you even hear that?....don't mind it, it was just a foolish thought." "I hope so because I would feel hurt if you thought like that." "Hein? I don't get it what do you mean? "I, Eleanor thought of you as my dearest friend since the afternoon you fell on me." "Haha! if that is truth you must be a weird guy who like been walked over by woman." Eleanor said as she laughed at his answer.

My only friend… my last hope. __________

But always, I’m quick to cast it from my mind. These past few days, I find myself thinking about him a lot. My alpha. Sometimes, I wonder if the only thing holding me back is me. Tonight, with my oldest friend Lily sharing my bed, off somewhere in dreamland, I don’t sleep. Though my eyes are closed and my breathing is even. I am fully awake. Thinking. I think. And I think. And I think some more. By the time dawn comes and the sun begins to rise on the horizon, I’m still in the same position, hands clasped over my chest.

>>"If I had a flower for every time I think about you and how much I miss you, then I would be walking forever in an endless garden." <<"To me, the brightest and most colorful garden looks dull and dreary without you in it." >>"I’m trying to think of something I rather be doing than making out with you ... I got nothing". << "What is the opposite of two? A lonely me, a lonely you. Hahah!" >>"If I was there u would find out what it really means to be cozy under the covers *wink*" <<"I have so much to do, but I keep getting distracted thinking about u"

"That's it, if you consider Hector your best friend, it won't be a lot of work." "To consider you is one thing, but to look at you as an uncle after that morning is another. You knew perfectly well that I was drunk and that I was attracted to you." I went to the bathroom to change my shorts for a bikini. "That's your problem, put it on the scale, your friendship with him."