friendship

C.S Lewis got it right: friendship is born when one person says to another: "What! You too? I thought I was the only one!"

Lesson Learned
"Everything Happens For A Reason: The Reason May Be Something That You Already Know, Or It Will Come Soon" ~ Me. To me, reconnecting to an old friend is something that I like to do. When I haven't seen, called, or texted that person in a while, I start to think about them more until something happens, whether it's them replying to my texts or missed phone calls or when stepping outside to see them. Over the past few months I learned something really simple: Some people just don't want to see you. And that made me think — it made me think a hell of a ton. My mind goes way back to the last place I was with that person and it makes me feel sad or mad over the simple little mistakes that I didn't mean to make that day. It makes me feel weak and that I could've done something, but I didn't.
By Ky 8 years ago in Humans
A Letter to My Ex-Bestfriend
I'm not really sure if we ever really did classify ourselves as best friends in the time we knew each other, but nonetheless, you were to me. I hope a part of you thought the same towards me.
By Camellia .8 years ago in Humans
Hey, Love
It is early January and the rain has passed. The air is crisp and faintly moist, giving my cheeks a slight flush. I stand outside my house waiting patiently, but nervously. I had not seen my best friend since summer. I missed his child-like spirit and joyful mannerisms. I missed his smile and curious exuberance. Finally, he was home and he could not have arrived at a better time. My life seemed to be falling apart and I craved that unchanging optimism he carried. For some time, he had been my inspiration. He lived life in the moment and cherished every second as if it was his last. He could care less about what tomorrow had to bring; all that mattered to him was the present and the embracement of opportunity. I, for one, did not carry the same optimism. I teetered on the edge of pessimism and cynicism and held onto resentment like no other. I was either stuck in the past or panicking about the future. “Typical cancer,” he would always tell me sarcastically. As I waited for him to pick me up, I thought over our past and wondered what I meant to him. There was an unmistakable attraction, anyone who saw us together could feel it, but nothing was ever acted upon. Maybe I needed him as a friend and so did he. Maybe we were too polite to overstep boundaries.
By Blue Dream8 years ago in Humans
Lessons From My Internet Friend
I’m 19 years old and the oldest sibling in my immediate family. I have one younger brother. He is 16 years old. Sometimes, I feel like he looks up to me for advice and also sometimes to be a role model of sorts. Sometimes I feel like something of a second mother to him. But sometimes, my brother needs to realize that even the oldest sibling needs some advice of their own. Occasionally, I might try asking my parents for advice on what to do in certain situations, but far more often than not, I simply can’t do that due to circumstances that I just don’t believe are worth talking about in a public setting. That’s where Tony comes in.
By A. Alexis Kreiser8 years ago in Humans
What I Want My Beautiful, Single Best Friend To Know
We're at brunch in a place with rustic wooden tables and hanging mason jars with fake carnations hanging in them. You're swirling your mimosa in your right hand, and looking down at your phone, waiting for a text that won't come. You put your thumb over your iPhone to unlock it, and I see you swiping left, right, up, searching for something you have not been able to find yet.
By Rachel Green8 years ago in Humans
Friends
There is no doubt that people come and go. Very few of the people we meet we call our friends. But how well do we know them?
By J 8 years ago in Humans
I Still Think About You
I hate getting close to people. I mean, at the moment it seems right. The feeling you get when you're around a person who brings out the best in you, and who is equally attached to you as you are to them has got to be one of the best feelings in the world. And when it ends, especially without a clear explanation and knowing a replacement is there, it hurts like you wouldn't believe — it still hurts. I guess it makes sense then that my hands are shaking and the tears are trying to escape my eyes as we speak.
By Ana Reyes8 years ago in Humans
We Laugh About It Now
Back in the third grade, I had a thing with spies. For some odd reason, I enjoyed pretending I was in a movie, knocking people out with my super ninja skills. Not only did I love acting as if I were one, I passed it on to lots of friends in my class. Someone in particular though, Gracelyn, played along with my antics, despite how dumb I looked rolling down hills and shouting to her "I call this the spy cartwheel!"
By Catherine Corkill8 years ago in Humans
Coffeeshop Encounter
It was a cool winter morning. A light drizzle was coming down as I began to contemplate what the purpose of my anxiety was. As a custom for every new adventure, I ask myself why fear seems to be present. In most cases, I find just a natural response to my state of being, living with the awareness of all the chaos that fluctuates throughout the days of all who come to exist.
By Nicholas Goodman8 years ago in Humans
Friendship or Success?
Where are we going? Who are we going there with? What gives us ultimate fulfillment? Is happiness a goal or a by-product of something we have yet to figure out?
By Breanna T8 years ago in Humans
Married Woman Seeks Affair
The shit thing about being married to a nice guy is everyone likes him and everyone thinks you're a bitch. My husband is nice. My husband is so nice, every time someone meets him they love him, he has a plethora of friends and comes across as a perfectly normal lovely person. Little do people know he actually is a dick and hates everyone but that's another story for another time.
By Ashleigh Bryce8 years ago in Humans
My Story with J.
Like when I spoke to and was associated with 👤 , most of this took place before I came out. And before I dated 🐧 . I'd like to also add that I may be missing some fragments. I only seem to remember the specific events whenever I try typing out these things...
By Alec Andrews8 years ago in Humans