The Story of Me and My Best Friend
[2023-06-23 12:56:16]
Around this time, I met my best friend when I was a freshman, but I did not notice that they were my best friends. I thought they were just one of my classes. I hardly know how much change will occur in a year.
My best friend is a person I did not think to talk outside class. I added him to Snapchat, we started snapshot, okay, it's okay, it's not a big deal, another person not talking to him after the end of the semester, he reads my story can do.
Now, from the first game, I first saw this child participate in my first year seminar. Because he had obviously her, I did not think much about him. They are very pleased that I will not be involved. I do not know, I will feel different in a year.
After he broke up with his girlfriend, we began talking more and began to open each other. I found everything about him, and he found much about me. It happened almost in a day, and nothing has changed since that day.
We talk about it everyday, and from the moment we woke up we got to sleep. Basically we are talking about everything, he knows me better than anyone else.
To be honest, this is neither as big nor easy as I thought. Think about it, you talk to someone about everything about yourself, and it's totally comfortable and a bit difficult to understand. Yes, I did it very soon. There are two reasons for this: one is that I can easily feel it, the other is that he is very attractive even if he has not tried it .
So this eventually caused a problem. I do not know if the emotions at the moment are completely reciprocal, but I know that he is above me, I do not know much. We did not talk about this on two different pages as we did not want to destroy our friendship.
As time went by, we came closer and closer, and I started to believe that he was at the time I was afraid. I do not know what to do or what to say, so I feel uncomfortable as I never believed so many people. I talked till I had nothing to say.
A few months later, as the situation is different, I began to lose affection for him. I dislike him. We are still talking about it everyday, but it is still very close, but the situation is different. But the summer is over, everything has changed. He told me how I felt about myself and how I approved it in the past semester. He said that he did not notice what he had and he did not own it and hit me really.
So I do not know if I want to go further with this kid. He is my best friend, I do not want to destroy it, but I want to be happy, he makes me happy. However, it is more important for me to want to weaken our friendship.
If this meant that I must end a friendship, I know it is worth it.
So here we tried to build a relationship after a few months but both are too busy to meet each other. He makes me happier than anyone else.
Whatever happens, as long as you all know that you are there for others, I think that it is not too bad that you will like your best friend. We have experienced hardships one by one, and I am not going to change that for the world. He is my best friend and I am grateful to him. That's why I would like to say thankful to my best friend.
All my friends, including always telling something, always come with her, teach me when I need it, listen to me and give me the best advice. Even if you do not have music, always edit your work and share the scene at the end.
Until I read Marlena, I remember a short story I wrote 10 years ago. This is the first person stories about a pair of high school best friends. Like Marlena, my story tells my best friend to drown. I tanned her, but in reality it does not take himself to a reservoir. Even then, I knew that short stories that ended personality suicide are almost inevitable, and of course - everyone in the class said so much. My professor told the anecdote about the writer that you said you encountered three suicides or murders on your writing career and you must use them wisely. "Of course I am 24. This story is not very good, but 100% o