My Best Friend

Our relationship began like very few relationships do, on Facebook. In June of 2009, after I had been accepted into a Fall 2009 freshman class, a boy said hello in a message and a 4-page paper could not even touch the surface of our relationship in those past 2 years, but I will do my best to explain as much as possible. Over the next few months, the

Before my big move to Houston about three years ago for college, it was my last summer back home in a little city called Amarillo, which is considered “West Texas,” although it’s actually located geographically north within the heart of the Texas Panhandle. I was enjoying every last bits of the time that I’ve had left with my friends and family. The last thing I could think of worrying about during that summer was a romantic relationship. My intentions were to make bittersweet memories and to have what they would call, fun. I went out almost every single weekend for the first month of my last summer and met tons of friends and I became closer to old casual friends. Within that first month of consistently going out and hanging out with all these friends that I became close to, I met a very sweet, charming, and interesting guy named Andy. Something about him caught my attention. He was silly and funny without even trying, so I took an interest in him. We started messaging each other on Facebook then texting and making polite conversations. Before I knew it, this was the starting point to a whole new friendship. When he first messaged me, as much as I hesitated to respond to him because I knew I was moving and I did not want to develop feelings just leave everything behind, I wanted to not just respond but to strike more conversations. I became curious about him and I wanted to find out more and more.

He’s just always been there, a sort of constant in my ever changing life. Now don’t get me wrong, we didn’t talk everyday, or even every few days. We would go through spells when we were inseparable, and then we would only see each other at school. This had no effect on our relationship. Every time we would start to pick back up, we would share the details of our life with one another.

I had feelings for Gerard, and had since the band began. But I can't tell him something that like, we had a friendship that was like no another. I loved it, and I couldn't ruin it. Me and Gerard both had our fair share of drinks before the show. So we were slightly out of it. I walked over to him, and kissed him. To my surprise he kissed back. Of course we had to make it quick. I had a guitar solo coming up soon and he needed to continue to sing. The crowd cheered. I winked at Gerard, but he shot his head down to look at the crowd. I looked back to Mikey staring me dead in the eyes. I had kissed his

we became super close. I never really thought or had an idea of us even talking after that day at the fair but you know, everything happens for a reason. By that I mean, well, what do I mean? Okay, yeah. I like Teddy. I like him a lot but he doesn’t know and he can’t. We’re best friends. We get along so well. We have so much in common and when im around him it’s like this feeling that i’m never going to be bored or sad every again. There’s just one slight problem. By slight I mean serious, serious for me anyway. Teddy is in love with someone. Yes, I know, he has a girlfriend. Brooklyn Christine. Yup, thats her. Good ole Brooklyn. Nevermind there is no good in Brooklyn. I want to meet her but then i don’t. What if she’s gorgeous. What if she’s

After 6 months of being loved unconditionally, or so I thought, my world shattered. The words in bold lit up in my phone “I HATE YOU! I NEVER LOVED YOU!” Plummeting in love may not be what it is all cracked out to be because once he said that, I still loved him, I got back with him. That’s the thing about love, no matter how much it drives you insane and no matter how much it hurts you, you’ll go back to them. Love is beautifully tragic and no one has a love story identical to the next. Although Kyler and I may have turned into that, we were not always like that. Timing and love usually never agree with each other usually. My first love came at the wrong time so we did not work together for around 4 months, but November 22, 2016, it worked. That’s the day I began a new chapter of my life. Without knowing it, I would give up myself slowly for him. December 31st and January 1st was one of the best night/mornings of my life. I went to my local skating arena and we went skating which we usually did at the time. We stayed at the skating arena until 1am, he became my first new year’s kiss. That was one of the best memories with him. We were not always a train wreck waiting to happen.

We became close friends I needed him to be near me always, he didn't need to say anything or do anything his presents was more than enough. Everyone said he was shy and didn't talk to anyone but with we talked sometimes for hours about nothing and everything all at the same time. I learned quickly everything about him how he thought he was broken and not worthy of anything let alone love, he never said It but I could see in his eyes he thought he was nothing. but I my eyes he was everything and for so long I waited, waited for him to realize he was worth it and that I was worth him. I wish He could see he was Seen even if it was just by me. I found myself studying him like he was Another language I’d stay awake analyzing his every move and everything he said to me. He was I complete mystery to me. He said nothing would happen between us and for a long time I believed him. And then one night something did happen and immediately he broke me. IT was like a bad movie and I watched him drive off into the darkness I broke down, I lost it drove home in tears. I had only ever cried over one other man and I promised myself that would never happen again but here I was Again. From that moment every time I was away from him I felt frozen time like I didn't matter If he wasn't around. I found myself Going to his house and just sitting in silent as he played video games just to feel alive. We never talked about that night but it was always on

He was my first actual boyfriend and we became the best of friends, we spent every moment together doing everything or absolutely nothing but whatever it was we would always have so much fun. Soon he would have to do his travel term through the school. We had talked about it a lot and we knew we loved each other enough that eight weeks would not matter. But as time went on it took its toll more on him than me. I was content in his love and wouldn’t expect him to feel any different. He got back and everything seemed normal, we spent the next few months together and summer break had come and we both went home. He would still call me every night and tell me how much he loved me, once again I was content with the fact we loved each other very much and that distance wouldn’t make a difference. One night he randomly called me and told me he didn’t love me and it was all my fault that I was controlling, jealous and mean. I was so upset, a day before it was me and him against the world and now he hates me, he made me feel like I had destroyed his soul. A week later after the most depressing week of my life he called me and told me the reason why was because he had cheated on me on his travel term. I had completely lost my mind. I was so hurt and hated myself even more at this point. I thought I was undesirable and that my personality was even worse, that I was unlovable. For the rest of the summer I had kept going back to him

Many people have a best friend or a family member that moves away. They will always be remembered and always have a place in your heart. Two years ago my cousin, Julia moved away to another country, Germany. When she first traveled to Germany, she was visiting her boyfriend and his family. Julia and her boyfriend, Sven were in a long distance relationship for two years. They traveled back and forth to each others countries. Sven and Julia fell in love and later we found that they were engaged, to be married.

Never, should I had ever judged her amazing skill. She was as smooth as velvet, as fast as a cheetah. All of a sudden that changed. My best friend, a tall, energetic, fun-loving girl by the name of Autumn Rodriguez and I were walking to the field from the parking lot. MY nose started to flinch because of the old road with a sewer like smell. We had a quick glance at each other but we did not say anything. Instead, we discussed what we thought we were going to do at practice.

Growing up, my life was never really considered easy. I had a mom in and out of drugs and a dad who was never there. It was always my brother and me against the world. Then 6th grade came and that school year is when my whole life changed just from one snapchat. That 10-second photo of a brown-eyed boy with dark fringed hair and a smile that lit the room up had me falling head over heels. As we started talking and getting to know each other was when I later found out he was 583 miles away at that moment I thought all hope was lost. Turns out that wasn’t the only downside he also had a girlfriend. Later that week he snapchatted me again asking for my number and at the moment nothing else was going through my head other than I was in shocked that a guy like him wanted to talk to someone like me. We talked every day and I fell more for him every day. Time went by so fast before I knew it a month went by and the words I love you Kayla came across my phone screen. My heart started racing and I knew this was crazy there was no way you could love someone at 13 or someone who was hundreds of miles away but, those words put a kind of happiness in my heart that I never felt before. A couple days after that amazing moment he broke up with his girlfriend and you can guess what happened after that I was his new girlfriend. We would always talk about our future and the day we would finally meet. Instead of babe or baby, he would call me sweet and I’d call him love which to us wasn’t

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.

Every year, around 40,000 people commit suicide. Little did I know, one of those many people would be one of my best friends, Becca. The one thing I do know, is that she definitely didn’t deserve to through what she did. To say that we were close friends was an enormous understatement. I would trust her with my life. She told me everything, I told her everything. We talked about things like makeup, Gossip Girl, and Overwatch. We shared stories about the weird things that happen in our school. We told each other things that we wouldn’t tell other people. What she didn’t tell me was the problems she went through. I wish I could’ve asked her if everything was okay.

As a junior in high school I never really thought about relationships or “soulmates”. I felt weird too, I mean there were guys that were cute, but I had never met one that I had really wanted to be with. The summer of my junior year was when that changed. I had recently started being apart of a production at my local museum and was keeping myself busy through the dreadful days of summer. The director’s daughter was helping out, she was two grades ahead of me and she had just graduated. I had admired her she was in the chorus,band, and drama departments and man was she good. As we were practicing one of the more iconic songs of the musical, we sat down and started talking. We became fast friends, and it broke my heart that I wouldn’t be able to continue our friendship in high school this upcoming year. While we were talking she had mentioned to me that her best friend had recently broke up with his girlfriend. He was always the shy kind that was well-liked, but never totally made his appearance known. I knew him, but not very well it was almost as if he slipped my mind even though we both were into the same things. I had met him during my choir program’s choir trips, we talked some but mostly sent funny snapchats of each other back and forth. After that him and I didn’t talk very much. Once I got home that night I decided to reach out to him again. We clicked in an instant. I was kind of bummed once I found out that he would be gone for the majority of the summer in Europe on

She’s 5’1”, thin, light brown curly hair, big, gorgeous brown eyes, a cute little button nose, and an unforgettable smile. A laugh that’ll chase away any storm you face. Her skin is golden and perfectly toned. My grandmother, my best friend, and my everything. My world. How devastated I was when she passed. I’ll never forget her.