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!"

Who Do I Trust?
Throughout your life, you make many friends. Some leave, some stay. and some just don't care anymore. Back when I was three, I made a friend with a girl named Brenna. We were the same age and did everything together. By then I knew she was my best friend.
By Kim Guevara8 years ago in Humans
A Rare Phrase
The other day, I thought of a specific phrase that I realized is not said enough, yet can make a world of difference to someone in need.
By Anonymous8 years ago in Humans
Only the Lonely
Life is a wonderful thing if you have people to share it with. Don’t put off today what needs to be done today. Join something…
By Sara Troy8 years ago in Humans
To the Friend Who Never Left Me
I'm not sure why you've stuck around, especially when I have failed so many times. There are times you've needed me, and I couldn't come to you because my own life got in the way. Letting life get in front of a friendship that spans so many years was never my intention, and sometimes I feel as if I don't deserve someone as forgiving or as loving as you.
By L. Ronan8 years ago in Humans
Middle School Stories
Now, you might be wondering, "Oh, it’s just another of those silly experience stories. It’s nothing too out of the ordinary." You couldn’t be farther from wrong.
By Anonymous Writer8 years ago in Humans
Why I Don't Text Old Friends
Not talking to my friends has had some tremendous upsides in these past 2 years and I write that with the loftiest tone I can muster. Of course, there are days I want to hear the collective "HEY!" when I walk up a casual hangout spot's bar, but that's only once every six months and the feeling is fleeting. I'm a creative type and I spend more time in my own head than anywhere else on the planet. Losing contact with friends is honestly one of the best things that has ever happened to me. Let me further explain:
By True Danyelle8 years ago in Humans
Letting Go of a Toxic Friendship
Friendships are powerful. They bring joy and sometimes they can be destructive. I met my best friend for the first time in 10th grade in high school. For the purpose of this piece, I will call her Abby. Abby had transferred to my high school at that time. There were rumours going around that Abby was weird and annoying. I only spoke to her once in 10th grade and she seemed sweet.
By Jasmin M8 years ago in Humans
So You Wanna Talk About Awkward
To understand this story there is a small list of things you need to know first. 1. Emma is the best friend I have ever had, she really is a blessing no matter how odd she sounds in this story.
By E.W. Janes8 years ago in Humans
An Open Letter to My Friends
My Beloved Squad, Over the summer, I couldn’t wait to move to University. It was an entire new chapter of my life where I could meet new people and explore a new city, while partying hard as a Fresher. All I could think about was all the fun I’d be having, but nobody told me about the depression I would feel.
By Mollie Watson8 years ago in Humans
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