My Best Friend

I can remember the day that I lost my best friend like it was yesterday. I remember getting the phone call from joseph's mom, Ms. Bennett.Joseph was her baby. Joseph and I had been best buds throughout all of high school and into our college days, both being accepted to the same university and rooming together, we always spent time with each other.

My best friend and I have been friends for a long time. With this long relationship an enormous amount of trust has been built and I feel I am able to tell her anything. Abi has been there through everything both thick and thin, and I can definitely say she knows me better than anyone. In many cases Abi knows things about me that I do not even know but end up figuring out. Having a best friend that I can always count on to be there for me, has been a huge blessing in my life.

Looking around my year I decided that once again I would muster up the courage to make a new friend, one as strong as the one seven years had cemented. Despite my anxiety, I became friends with one of the girls I had always admired during my earlier years and we seemed to match so well. As we became closer, the highlight of my day became seeing her, I would follow her around, sneak out of my house to meet up with her and the more I stayed around her the more worried she and I would become when we were separated. Thinking back, I understand that although she appeared kid and generous, she would only act that way around me. With our other friends she acted cold and callous.

It's kind of weird how one day you can be so happy that you feel like nothing could ever bring you down, and the next day you feel so depressed that you don't want to come out of your room. That's the way it was for me. One day I was playing basketball and going to youth group, the next I was laying in my room feeling sick.

Leah and her friend, Josey, have been best friends since they were in kindergarten. They live next door to each other, right on the shore of the beach. Leah is tall and muscular. She has brown hair and eyes as blue as the ocean. She is on both the soccer and surf team. Leah doesn’t really enjoy school. In contrast, her best friend, Josey, has hair like the golden sky on a sunny day and chocolate brown eyes. She is short and skinny. Josey is on the mathletes team and loves school. They seem like opposites of each other but they do have a lot in common. Josey and Leah both love hanging out at their favorite cafe, The Beachside Cafe. Also, they both love all marine animals and really enjoy spending their free time at the beach. Josey and Leah do everything they can to help animals. For example, they volunteer at the SPCA and sell crafts to raise money to donate to wild animal rescue groups.

Ever since I was a little child, I had found that I matured a little faster than most people I knew. Yet, I still had many things to learn, just like the rest of my peers. Of course, I also had my share of tantrums and tears like most people. There was a point where I had to grow up even more than I had ever done before, and I remember quite vividly that it was during fifth grade. Fifth grade was the year where I had a lot of drama happen, and it was a time where I realized that friends may not always be what you would like them to be, nor will they always stay as the person you had first knew.

Once I was seated in the truck, my mom didn’t bother sitting in her seat. She stood outside of the truck, waiting until my brother and I were situated. Then she began to tell me that my beloved dog Apollo had died this morning. I started sobbing uncontrollably. I was already having a bad day because I forgot my homework for Social Studies. So, all of my anger and sadness came out right there. Why me? Why now? I

People enter your life, some are worth keeping, and some are not. Meeting my best friend Leyia that day in the second grade has impacted my life in so many ways. Leyia has taught me how to be more confident in myself, how to resolve my problems, and how to open up and express my feelings to others since I tend to be shy. She knows everything about me and I know everything about her. We are inseparable and it’s always a good time filled with laughs and excitement whenever we link up together. There have been many ups and downs in our friendship but we still managed to become close to each other again like nothing ever happened.

This letter is for you, my best friend: the one I can tell anything to. The one who can relate to me like no one else. The one who I can laugh with, to no extent. The one who I can cry to when times are tough, and the one who can help me with the problems in my life. You have never turned your back on me or told me I wasn’t good enough. You have never let me down and you don’t know what that means to me. You have gone through so much pain, but still have made time for me, listening to me, even when you’re dying inside. I look up to you because you are so caring, strong, and beautiful, even if you don’t think that you are. I truly hope that you know that I am always here to listen to you, to laugh and cry, and to help in any and all ways that I possibly can. My goal has been, and will be, to be at least half of the friend you are to me. I hope you know that I would not be the person I am today, without you, my best friend. I love you more daily. I wish that you could see yourself the way I see you and that you could love yourself the way I love you. Above all, I wish your life is everything you deserve because, truly, you deserve the world. I will forever stand by you.

He was my childhood best friend.Our friendship was above any other relationships.Nothing could disunite us not even our parents.We had different embodiment, but we had the same understanding and knowledge.We used to deceit to our parent to hang out frequently.We were ready to demise and assassinate anyone for particular, that’s what acquaintance do…We were kinda like that.And of course, we would sit with our best companion and not miss day to troll a teacher and make some pandemonium. And, yeah, of course, if he’s not coming to school, I am not going either.

My best friend knew everything about me, he watched me grow up, he helped shape me into the person I am today. His help guided me through life, even with him being seven years older than me, and living with a disability. My best friend was my brother, Shawn, and before I knew it, he was gone.

Most people often talk about all the exciting and fun things they did with their best friends. Things such as, girls night out, nail and spa day, but not me. My best friend is my brother, we use to do everything together, but we definitely never had a spa day or anything girly like that because he was to “manly” for it. As siblings, we didn’t always get along very well, but we still loved each other. We had a relationship that is built on trust and a bit of sibling rivalry. But what brother and sister doesn’t fight. When we were younger we always tried coming up with games such as cops and robbers, and in the end I would somehow end up tied or locked in the basement. To me it really didn’t matter what game we played as long as we were together. Like many siblings our rough housing went a little too far sometimes, one time I bit my brothers back and left teeth marks, but later he knocked out my tooth. So our punishments for hurting each other was having to love each other, in a way. My mom took duct tape and taped one arm and one leg together and we had to spend 3 hours taped together or until we could figure out how to love each other and be nice again. My brother and I have always been super close.

October 10th, 2017 a windy day I lost my best friend, my lover and all, but not to death or anything, but to the change of heart. It was a long 4 months I was in love, something I never felt before toward anyone. I met Matarr in 6th grade, that’s when I was taller than him, now he’s huge like a tree, he’s still really dark, and still goofy like the first day we talked. We were best friends ever since we talked everyday day and night all the time we grew up together kind of at least. In 7th grade we just got closer and closer, then in 8th he decided to switch to Ucap I mean at first it was hurt, our friendship did change a little bit though. We still talked every now and then and in December of 2016, I started to catch a crush on him.

In the past, what I have always considered close friends were the small group of girls I had known since we were grade school. Never did I ever think one night would change my view and perspective on life for the next three years: the night I met my best friend. Will approached me when I was with a friend at a school football game, and we immediately hit it off. Before you start thinking to yourself, “oh another cliche high school romance”, think again, because it is anything but cliche. One year later of hours spent together, I was the happiest I ever had been because Will wasn’t just another boyfriend; he understood me like no one ever had, and seemed to know me better than all of what I ever thought were my closest friends.

This is the story of my high school best friend and me, and how our lives took different paths regardless of what we thought and what we assumed. My friend and I met in a unique way. At that time, I was working for my dad and needed a helper for the job I was performing. I, first told another friend about the job opportunity, which he agreed to take, but on the first day of work he had already changed his mind about working with me and asked another of his friends to take his place. This is how I met the guy that would later turn into my best-friend in my high school years. His name was Albert, he was a year younger than I was, but he talked like if he were five years older than I was; he sounded convincing, and I had no reason to doubt him. I began to build an association of him with a guy that had been schooled by life, he would always have something to say about everything, it was like if in his short life span he had gone through mayor life lessons that he felt open to share with newbies like me. As time continued to pass, our relationship started growing, as well as my suspicions to everything he would tell me; I soon learned that he would probably make a great writer, due to his immense imagination.