My Best Friend : My Best Friend

My feelings for you have attained so much gravity that I feel the need to put them down on paper. Before reading this, I need you to know something. I wrote this for you, not for the world. This is meant for your eyes and your eyes only. Anyone who is not you or me will not understand even if they think they do. This is what I couldn’t express verbally, and as always, I express better on paper.

Over the last year, I have discovered that the number one rule in life is to never judge a book by its cover. Throughout my high school career, I became close with my boyfriend’s best friend, Mikey Lucrezio. He had a rambunctious, hilarious, lively personality that could sway the mood of any room he walked into. Mikey was a Varsity baseball player, a member of the National Honor Society, and one of my good friends. Senior year, I was greeted every day in Biology class with him screaming at the top of his lungs about something that made no sense and him flexing his biceps to show us how much they have grown in the last 24 hours. I regularly attended baseball games throughout high school and I vividly remember him rallying his team before every game and being everyone’s biggest supporter throughout times of difficulty. Things like these are the reason why you never really know what is going on in someone’s head. Even though he was often the one to cheer up the people around him, he heavily relied on people to be there for him as well. Usually that worked out for him, but over the course of the past summer he broke up with his girlfriend of two years, had many falling outs with some of his other friends, and experienced newfound family issues. Relying on other people for comfort was no longer an option.

As i grow up i realize that the people who i thought were important to are sometimes just a waste of time. I had a friendship that started at childhood and grew us into best friends and we always stuck together no matter what. I was always there for her through everything, when she had no home i welcomed her into my home, i was her main support. All throughout middle and elementary school i never really payed attention to all the bad things she said or did, honestly i knew it hurt but i never knew how bad it really was. She constantly put me down for the way i dressed, looked,and honestly everything i ever did just to make herself look better than me as she copied anything i did in life. Honestly i didn't want to lose the closest friend i've ever had not noticing the toxic friendship, we knew each other so well. We were kinda like the same person growing up any face expression one of us made we knew exactly what it meant, we were always together and at times we would say that we were sisters because we were so alike. I put her before anything and pushed away a lot of good people along with ton of good friendships that could have been amazing. She knew about my past and fear of people leaving me like my mom did when i was younger so she used it against me honestly. She would get mad at the smallest things and put the blame on me so i tried hard to keep her happy so i could keep our friendship going which meant giving up things i didn't wanna lose sometimes. When i look bad

Growing up I heard of a myth stating, “if a friendship lasts more than seven years, then it will last a lifetime”. Thinking this was true I wasted seven years on a girl who I thought would be my everlasting best friend.

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.

There’s a gal in my life whom I had met my freshman year of highschool, she’s my best friend, my role model and the love interest of my short lived life. We were desk partners in Spanish One second semester. I had a particular interest in her for the entirety of that semester until I flat out realized I had a heavy crush on her. Eventually I grew the courage to tell her in the most goofy, awkward way possible. “Hey Sydney, I need to get something off my chest... I like you”. Then I essentially vanished into my next class. Her reaction made me feel incredibly calm, I wasn’t used to talking to girls. Her reaction made me realize talking to girls was incredibly easy, I had been talking to her the entire semester. Then Summer break came and left as quickly as it did... over that time I made no attempt to speak with her again.

Best friend (n) - a person’s closest friend (Dictionary.com). By definition, a best friend could be one’s closest friend, but there is so much more to it than that. Imagine a best friend. They help in the darkest times, but they also laugh at the best times. Often, the greatest time spent together is with this best friend. This best friend knows everything there is to know; what would you do without this best friend? Well, one afternoon, a call comes in. This best friend took their life earlier in the morning. The overwhelming, but hidden, issues they had been facing at home fatally surfaced. It’s a reality now, what really am I going to do without them? Charlie, in The Perks of Being a Wallflower, ponders the same question as he enters high school alone. A void in his life in the wake of his best friend's suicide the year before. If Charlie’s best friend could’ve been honest and talked to Charlie about what he had been dealing with at home, he may still be around. However, Charlie, like time itself, must move forward. He must bravely walk through the halls of his new school and discover new relationships. Stephen Chbosky develops intricate relationships between characters dealing with the hardships of high school in The Perks of Being a Wallflower to reveal that relationships connected by lies fail, but complete truth prevails.

Would you prefer your friends to be more similar or would more diverse? Regardless of what the answer most the time people that are similar tend to stick together. This however is not the case with my best friends there are as many differences as there are similarities if not more. Isaac and Aric are cousins, but also my best friends also becoming best friends with each other after the three of us started hanging out. The different aspects of them both is what brings the three of us together.

Friends, The definition of the word friend; a person whom one knows and has a bond of mutual affection. We all have those friends we have conversations with, snapchat, do activities / play sports with and hang out with once in a while. Then we sadly have those fake friends. They’re the ones who only call you when THEY need something. They’re the type of person who falsely claims to be real. When your friend acts sweet but spreads rumors about you behind your back, they are fake, get rid of them! But we all have our best friends, our best friends are very special people in our lives. They are the first people you think about when you make plans. They are the first person you go to when you need someone to talk to.

The moment my cousin lost his best friend, his world was filled with sorrow. It all started when they were in college, my cousin “Courtney” was 20 at the time, and he met this girl at a campus coffee shop and her name was Sarah, she was 18. What attracted Courtney to Sarah was how much of a beautiful, and charming girl she was; and her chestnut brown eyes and straight brown hair.

While most people celebrate life on their birthday, the world’s energy had other plans for my cousin Eli. He was my best friend, but life’s struggles led him to a dark place. His story can help others learn to focus on the better things in life. We met through my step brothers when I was eight and he was twelve. Eli was my step brother cousin, so he became my step cousin we bonded right away. We played video games and played basketball. As time went on we got older and time got harder. Our parent became poor, so we had to get things on our own. We started working together on the block doing things like cutting grass and washing cars.

It was late November snow fluttered gracefully, piling on every flat surface. Memories flooded back to the times long ago of my best friend and her fruitcakes. She was my best friend, her eyes shimmered and gleamed when she smiled and her excitement at the smallest things reminded me of a kid at Christmas. Sometimes I sit back and look back at all the days before they transported me off to school, and snatched me away from her, the tears in her eyes reflecting her hurt. I never could understand what my parents meant when they said it was for the best to take me elsewhere, that she wasn’t providing me properly. When I look back now, I think she did a wonderful job of teaching me the ways of living fully, and giving to others for nothing in return.

Story begins in 8th grade. i have never really talked to her for the entirety of me being in larchmont, but i knew of her existence and that she had previously dated Ben (one of my good friends at the time). We first star kind of talking when someone made a group chat and claire was added to it, by probably Sadie, who was her best friend at the time. The group chat was just normal as usual, and just talking and chatting, until someone mentioned something of Ben or something and and Claire said something along the lines of Ben and i being best friends, and i replied by saying that it was arguable. By saying that, it lead to her want to know more about it, and refused to believe that we weren't best friends. She continued to pester me that he and i were best friends or why i said that it was arguable that we weren’t. For the rest of the week she’d see me in the hallway, and chase me down trying to ask me about what i meant about saying Ben and i weren’t best friends. in a way, we were kind of being flirty, considering, that this girl never have really talked to before, all of a sudden started getting interested in my life. As the week continued, she started hanging around our group more, which i believe is mostly because Sadie just had her exist around us more. By group, i mean (Sadie, Bryan, Quinn, Mason, Joseph, and possibly Caleb if you want to consider him).

“In life have a friend that is like a mirror and a shadow; Mirror doesn't lie and a shadow never leave.” By an anonymous person. Human beings are social creatures. They needs a person to talk to, a person that one can trust. For many people that person is a friend. A friend is a person that one knows and has a mutual bond with. As stated in the quote above, a friend is someone who will tell one the truth and never leave one's side. Having this person, can help one with many things in one's life. The effects of having a best friend on oneself are seen through; the fresh perspective, feeling connected and unwavering support a best friend brings.

When we hear the word friendship we tend to think about our closest friends and what they mean to us.