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!"

Love Letters from Heather
Dear Lyndsay, I have never met anyone with a sense of direction like you. And thank goodness for that. I didn’t think it was humanly possible to get lost as often as you have!
By Heather Down5 years ago in Humans
Love Letters from Heather
Dear Karen, I have thrown up in your car, I have puked in your toilet, I have vomited at your parents’ house, and I have even lost my cookies in the bushes when you lived in Innisfil. Unfortunately, I was neither ill nor drunk.
By Heather Down5 years ago in Humans
Losing a Best Friend
A friendship is different from a romantic relationship, but perhaps it is just as important, if not more so. A best friend is someone who you can bare your soul to, someone who gets you, and doesn't judge what they know. A friendship break up is one of the most painful losses a person can go through. Losing a person that you shared so much of your life with can be just as painful as a breakup with a significant other. It’s especially painful when you aren’t sure what happened to cause it to end.
By Lindsay5 years ago in Humans
1808
There’s nothing quite like walking home from Trader Joe’s with two paper bags full of groceries shrouded by the mistiness of the cool, damp air only to be faithfully greeted by a sweet, old friend: The Cap-Hill Cat. I’m not sure what his actual name was as no one seemed to know that answer, but he was always affectionately there waiting in the sidewalk for a passerby to give him some love and ear scratches, or at least to hold still while he snaked around your legs purring delightedly.
By Sarah Ely5 years ago in Humans
Butterscotch
BUTTERSCOTCH Alex Munoz was intrigued when he learned the first stop was a club in the meatpacking district, a place called Shine. At this hour, the line of people waiting behind the rope to get in was short. Isabelle asked him to wait for her. To his surprise, she spoke one word to the bouncer at the door, and he let her in. She emerged a moment later and got back in the cab.
By Peter Nelson5 years ago in Humans
The Drawing of Haniya
It was 7:35 and gray, an unsettling gray, a gray deprived of normal sunshine and the quiet ebullience of her gentle friend. She'd not had a Friday morning in two years when he wasn't there, when he didn't walk through the steel and glass doors of the diner somewhere between 6:55 and 7:00. He sat at the furthest booth the first time she poured his coffee and took his order, and every Friday for the last two years he would sit at the same booth in the back, cheerfully and quietly waiting to greet her.
By Jeff Kidwell5 years ago in Humans
"A thug changes; and love changes..."
13FEB2021; 2245, SAT The titles of this 54th piece by me were taxed from the end of the last verse of the living legend, NaS's highly favored initial cut, "The Message", on his classic sophomore album, It Was Written ('96). I figured what better way to begin a post about the BFF I had since well before I was assigned to Echo 2/54 INF (Infantry); and for about a decade or so afterwards?
By Nefarious Darrius5 years ago in Humans
My Name Is Aiden
My name is Aiden Alexander Thompson. Aiden means "little fire". My mom always told me that's why she liked the name so much.
By Stevie Beanie5 years ago in Humans
My Real Life Peach Creek Estates
When you're a kid and you can't drive and nearly every important place in your life is within a three mile radius of one another, your perspective of the world is very small. That's how the shows I watched as a kid were able to convince me that big elaborate adventures were happening in unreasonably small spaces, like the backyard in The Backyardigans or the sandbox in the Rugrats or my personal favorite, Peach Creek Estates in Ed, Edd, n Eddy.
By C.R. Hughes5 years ago in Humans
Leather-Bound Magic
I had been dreading this trip to the beach. I tried to talk my friends into going to the mountains where we could ski and not be bothered by as many people, but I guess they find some appeal in getting sand in places where sand shouldn't be while being surrounded by masses of sweaty, noisy, and aggravating people. Uncertain of why I agreed to come, I chose to walk along the beach and collect shells instead of swimming like my friends were. Bad enough that I got looks when I was fully clothed, I didn't need to be gawked at in my bathing suit by men who clearly had nothing better to do than irritate me.
By M. Fay Williams5 years ago in Humans
Dear Bestfriend
You're the fire to my flame, and the soul to my spirit. Like the peanut butter to my jelly, we're inseparable. You never fail to bring a smile on my face, even if it's just a goofy story of something stupid you've done. You never fail to make me feel better when I cry or even have a bad depression moment.
By Michelle White5 years ago in Humans
The Riviera
Miss Betty Mewn. Aged thirty-six and some. Never been married, nor any desire to. She has only held on to one thing in her life and it’s her little black book. After she fills one, she makes her way down to the Staple’n’Sons on the corner of West-Street and picks up at least three new ones. Everyone says she keeps them all stacked up on her dining table, not enough room to eat a meal for two, which is just too perfect for Miss Betty Mewn.
By Mavis5 years ago in Humans