When U Need A Friend Mga Nobela at Kwento

He had only one wish at the moment to shower him all the happiness he craved for. "When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that is those who, instead of giving advice,s solutions or cures,have choosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a FRIEND who cares."

I asked. "I'm proud and I'm not proud, it depends on how someone behaves towards me, though I have no friend except this new student, I mean why do I need a friend when I have my phone, Jennie is at home and my parent always satisfy me with everything I need, just "hello" is okay for them, some of them hate me but I don't care"

Robert questioned. "No, the place is still the same, and our memories are too," he replied. "See, we came here a few years ago for the last time, and when we are here, we still have those days back in our hearts, and this place is the same. If a place can't change, why should I? From day 1, I felt some spark in you, and I know you were born to succeed. Even though I didn't stay with you because you would get success even if you failed, I would have stayed with you like this. I believe in friendship, which means "A friend in need is a friend indeed." See, now you can just throw a smile and everyone will be around you claiming to be your friend, but when you are in need, there will be only one

I ask her, “Wouldn’t it be nice to have a friend that you don’t have to worry about that stuff with? You could befriend him.” A weird grumble comes out of her and she looks at me, “Quin, I’m fine. I don’t need friends. I don’t need this to be some opportunity to like rescue me from my loneliness or whatever. Please, just leave me alone. I’ll apologize to the guy, but that’s it. Do you understand me?” I breathe out, “Yeah, okay.”

"And please don't feel intimidated to ask me anything. I'm here as a friend." "Thank you, Antonio," I murmured. The truth was, in my world, friends were a luxury. I had been traveling for years, so making steady companionships was a rarity. This offer of friendship, however sincere, felt disconcerting.

Walking up the stairs to my bedroom I still can’t wipe the smile off my face. It wasn’t until tonight that I realised that most – if not all – of my friendships are based around duty and necessity. Spending time with Invidia I see what a real friendship should be like; fun, relaxing and somewhere to turn when you’re at your lowest. Having a few drinks and dancing the night away was exactly what I needed to distract myself from everything going on in my life.

His eyebrows meet now. "Yeah, right! It's fun to have friends because they're with you in the fun, but the question is, are they with you in sadness too? Because from what I know, true friends are always there when you need them or whatever happens, whether it's sadness or happiness, they're always there by your side." "When you need help are they there? Do those you call friends Ate Kelly feed you? are you sure they really think of you as a friend or maybe it's just in your mind that they are your friends but they really aren't."

I think I have become weird too. People do not normally say that the environment indulges into you if you stay for major time in a type. What am I even thinking? I thought groaning. “I don’t know what to say and what to accept.” I finally said and turned to stare at him. “How about you help me?” he asked making me frown at him in confusion. “Help you?” I asked, thinking maybe he has gone more weird. “Yes! You see I do not have friends. And I am thinking to start having one. I want your help in the form of you becoming my friend.” He explained.

It’s the closest he comes to telling me to calm down. He couldn't have done this before. Sat in someone else's mess without looking for a way to fix it. Growth. Eventually he asks, "What do you need?" Not what's wrong. Not let's talk. Just, what do I need. Nobody asks me that. I'm the one who handles things. I don't get handled. "I need to be a better friend," I say. He doesn't ask better than what, or to whom. He just nods. "Okay," he says. "Start tomorrow."

“I’m sorry.” “Don’t be.” He shook his head. “Can we still—” “I need that,” I said quickly. “I need us to still be friends. I genuinely need that, Mike.” “Of course.” The laugh that followed was more real. “God, what kind of question is that? We’re friends. That doesn’t change.” He looked at me steadily. “Whatever you need. I’ll always be here.” “Thank you.” It came out quieter than I intended.