My Best Friend Essay

Have you ever had someone in your life who helped you figure out who you were? Someone who showed you the right path. Someone who was there right next you even if you did not take that path. Someone who always seemed to be right, but never held it against you when you were not. Someone whom without your life would most likely be entirely different. I have. Her name was Jessica.

When i was 14 i met someone who was quite older than me and very smart. Ever since then we have been so close and we have been best friends. After this day i knew there was always gonna be someone there at the end of the day that was there to listen to me and give me better advice than my friends could. Josh was way more then a best friend he was family he was like a older brother i never had, and so much more. He taught me to live life on the fly, by the second. He always knew that the next day, hour, or minute was never promised. But along with josh’s happiness and positivity came the bad days also the days josh needed someone to be there for him for a chance so he could have help with the problems that have been building up while he was pushing them aside to help others. He drank to help cope with the pain that his “demons” put him through. This was a bad choice on his part.. But we all have something that takes the pain away. We shared the same happy place the beach. We could stay there from when the sun came up to when she sun goes down and not have to say a word. I could tell josh was hurting for a while he quit coming around and he quit texting me and this wasn't like him. Come to find out he fell at work off a ladder because of his drinking and had broken his leg. He finally texted me and told me what happened and he said he was sorry. And my life changed in the blink of an eye.

I look forward to playing Tag with Jessica and the other students at recess. The group decided they did not want to play Tag anymore. They wanted to use their imagination and play house. It seems everyone has a part being a family member, except me. They told me there were already too many people. I wish they would include me.

My palms are sweating as my brain drifts off from the algebra problem. Anxiously, I begin to scribble down a rhyme in the back of my worn-out workbook, releasing the inner anguished poet found deep within.

First, let me introduce myself, before I tell you some stories about the teen-aged Mary Deas Frost, my roommate at The Hannah More Academy in Reisterstown, Maryland. We lived together from the fall of 1934 through the spring of 1936, when we graduated and had to go our separate ways.

It’s been a long year. Too much of the past has been difficult to deal with. I’m sure it’s unhealthy dwelling too much on the memories. Perhaps it is time to start over and embrace the beauty in little things. There was too much heartbreak and loss; sometimes I don’t even know how I survived. There were days when it was too hard to breathe, and too easy to cry. Along the way I lost friends, and loved ones suffered from medical issues. But the basis of most of my pain was a boy. Perhaps it’s not surprising, but the same man who became my best friend in my time of need is also the one who broke my heart.

Jade, Samantha, Mason, and I were walking down Creep Street thinking of a way to get to the next neighborhood in less than fifteen minutes so we could get more Halloween candy. Jade is my best friend. We’ve known each other since kindergarten. Mason and I met each other at school last year while being office assistants. I met Samantha in P.E. at school last year. Out of the three of my friends, I'm closest to Jade because we’ve known each other for a long time.

Here I am, reminiscing on you, and proclaiming my ultimate love to you. I will always remember the delicate exterior you had, and here is a picture to remind us of you and me, before we had each other.

Raising my head from my book all I could focus on was him. The way he stared at his paper, his pencil flowing across the thinned lined paper. The sweat was now building on his forehead and I could see his light blue eyes every so often glance up at the clock. I was done within the first 20 minutes but now with 5 minutes left I could see he was really struggling. I sat there as the time wound down realizing that he would never look at me like the way I look at him.

Two years; it took two years for me to remember the name Casey Moss. Ironic since that is the name of my best friend. Caseys bright and bubbly personality only took one moment for me to realize that we were meant to be more than friends. It was Mrs. Crooks sophomore history class I first spoke to Casey. We were assigned to make a poster that involved each student to pair up. She was the first and only person I saw that day that seemed just as lonely and panicked as I was to find a partner. The moment I noticed her I had stood up out of my chair and was walking toward her. She was wearing the same type of clothes that she would wear today: blue jeans, a simple baggy t-shirt, and some black and white vans. She had porcelain freckled skin

It’s weird when you have known someone for so long but you do not truly connect with them until later in your relationship. Obviously, I have always loved my sister, but something made us become really close her junior year. Now, I am not sure if I should call her my best friend or older sister.

There are always people coming in and out of your life. It happens. It cannot be helped. Usually people would brag and talk about their current best friend; however, I feel that I should talk about a former friend of mine. He was very special to me because he changed me into the person I am today, even though he is not in contact with me anymore.

Growing up in a military family, I never had a plethora of friends. I would make friends, develop relationships with them, and then pack up and move within the span of a year or two. I often found myself alone while others had strong, friendships with their peers that flourished and blossomed over the years. However, that all changed when I moved to California before my freshman year of high school and met the one person who changed me for the better – my best friend Rachel. Our friendship was instantaneous; she helped me grow as a person and I helped her as well. To this day, we are still best friends who continuously help each other strive for the best. This type of friendship is one of virtue - the type of friendship preached about by Aristotle in Nicomachean Ethics. My friendship with Rachel was one of the best, most genuine friendships I have ever had.

Sarah and I have been bestfriends since I could remember. She had dirty blonde hair that flowed in the wind like the currents in the ocean, her eyes were sea blue, she was slender, and she was beautiful. Growing up we were never separated. It was just like I had another sister around all the time. Whenever I needed to cry I went to her. Whenever I needed a hug I went to her. Whenever I needed something such as a simple laugh I went to her. She’s always kept my secrets and I’ve kept hers. We’ve told eachother everything, no matter how embarrassing, sad, awful, depressing, she would tell me everything. After all she was my best friend. The statement, time flies when you’re having fun, is true because I’ve gone through it. At least everyone

A friend is someone that you trust and you enjoy spending time with. Everyone needs a friend because without friend life would be boring. Friends are important because they boost your happiness and reduce your stress. Friends are easy to find but a best friend is very hard to find. Best Friends are very important because they increase your self-confidence, you can share secrets, unlimited laughter, and adventures. To have a best friend you do not have to know them for a long time you just have to feel comfortable around them and trust them.