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!"

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
Hello, Old Friend
Nine years... It has been nine years since I saw you last, and before that we had been friends for almost ten if I can recall — not just 'friends' but best friends, inseparable — the type of friendship you could only hope to find. But in high school, things changed, people change and we drifted. I blamed you for a long time because for some reason you thought it would be cool to get drunk at school and I never understood why. Maybe it was my fault for not trying to help you cope with whatever it was you needed coping with. I never was and still am not good at that. I am trying to be better.
By Jessica Osborne8 years ago in Humans
Loss of a Friend – It Does Get Easier
Death is a cold, cruel reality that we as humans cannot avoid. Everyone is born, and everyone will die. Most people hope to pass easily in their sleep of old age, while others hope to go out in a ball of fire.
By Brittany Oakley8 years ago in Humans
"Friends"
"We're not, no we're not friends" When I met him, I was in the unairconditioned, crowded office of my school, neatly organizing a plethora of papers. I remember he was dressed in a well buttoned up, navy polo shirt that was perfectly tucked inside of khaki uniform pants. I think the school's uniform never looked nicer than it did from that day on. When we engaged in conversation, we both bonded over our silly and immature sense of humor. His laugh varied from goofy chuckles to girly giggles, something rare to see in a guy. The most striking features about him, though, were his whiskey-colored eyes that lit up like Fourth of July fireworks whenever he smiled. I didn't know it then, but this boy would turn my life around, making it go from the Medieval Dark Ages to the beautiful Italian Renaissance.
By Noodles 🍝8 years ago in Humans
You Were My Seasonal Best Friend
When you find someone that seems like your soul mate, that’s someone that you want to hold onto forever. Someone you always want in your life. It’s rare when you find a best friend, someone who you instantly just click with. Someone that feels like your other half. Someone that just gets you. Someone you'd never want to lose.
By M F8 years ago in Humans