best-friend

Anna, you miss him._ __ll the time. I still can__ believe he__ gone._ The words come out in a whoosh, tasting funny in my mouth. No matter how many times I say them, they still feel like a garbled, impossible language. My chest hurts, and I have to hold my breath to keep from inhaling a deep sob. __e was more than your best friend._ I nod absently, forgetting myself for a moment, forgetting that I__ talking to Jayne and not my journal. __ _ I mean, he was like a brother to me. You know, like Frankie. Well, she__ the sister. I mean__ Jayne reaches for my hands across the table, shaking her head softly. __weetheart, when you say Matt__ name, you have the same look in your eyes that he__ get whenever he__ say yours.

What makes me a proper man! Blogging out a detail information about myself? Or just tweeting some real shit out from my mind. Its bit crazy what makes me a perfect but I do know what really makes me good.

She broke my heart over and over, day after day, but I love her.

Whoever said diamonds were a girl's best friend sure hasn't read a good book.

For a life where diamonds really are forever

He was my best friend and I needed him.

I wanted him to meet Ainsley. She was super important to me. I made my decision. __...I would like that.__ider__ reaction was immediate. He smiled and the dimple appeared. My breath caught. I__ actually invited Rider along to meet Ainsley. I wanted that. Really wanted that, but I had no idea what to do with that.Regardless, excitement hummed through me. Hanging out with Rider and Ainsley was normal. Something a million people probably did every day, because they were actually living life, but it was a first for me__ huge first. It was my best friend and it was the guy...the guy who__ been my best friend and who now, despite everything, felt like something deeper, richer and more intricate, hanging out together.It felt important.

How can you say it was all a lie?_ I ask, just above a whisper. __att was my best friend. I loved him that way always. __e have to look out for her._ That was the last thing he said to me alone. And then he died. What was I supposed to do, Frank? Tell me?

There must be thousands of ways to judge a person but only reason not, to know him better.

You don't apologise,' (Deacon) said, pressing a kiss to my greasy head, unlocking best friend status.

Popular culture has made it okay to yell "I want a man!" from the rooftops, so why are we still embarrassed to say, "I want a best friend"?

I may be alone, but I am never lonely. I am always with my best friend, and that is me.

When you find a best friend, you become two flowers blooming from the same bud.

We are loved way more by some of the people who have not contacted us in the last twelve or so months than we are loved by some of those who contact us every twelve or so days _ or hours.

The best friends of the highest mountains are only the clouds and the adventurer mountaineers!

Right after Matt died, I was afraid to do basically everything. I couldn__ even bite my nails or sniff my shirt to see if I needed deodorant without feeling like he was watching me. I willed and prayed and begged him to give me a sign that he was watching, that he was with me, so I would know. But he never did. Time moved on. And I stopped being afraid. Until right now, vulnerable and insecure and a little bit drunk. Lying in the sand and falling in crazy love with someone I just met. Matt is watching me. Observing. Possibly judging. And the worst part of it is, I don__ want to wake up under his landslide of sad rocks anymore. I don__ want to taste the marzipan frosting and the clove cigarettes. I don__ want to think about the blue glass necklace or the books he read to me on his bed or the piles of college stuff or some random boy in the grocery store wearing his donated clothes. I don__ want to be the dead boy__ best-friend-turned-something-else. Or the really supportive neighbor friend. Or the lifelong keeper of broken-hearted secrets.

We are our best friend and worst enemy we wil ever fight with. Time is our enemy, but how can we fight even when time will wipe us out?

We are our best friend and our worst enemy we will ever fight with.