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!"

White Lilies Are The Symbol Of Friendship
The flowers are the sign of love, care, and a Symbol of Friendship, if a person loves someone and shows its expression towards their beneficiary then the flower appears as the best option. Flowers has its language that will be cleared by its different hues and colors. The flower's astonishing decorative beauty creates a world of inclination and desire. These flower's fragrance is the real beauty of life and loveliness.
By Arabian Petals6 years ago in Humans
Seven years later
Eyes closed I listened to my iPod. I opened my eyes to make sure the bus wasn't there yet when I caught sight of a blonde boy. One I used to know when I was in elementary, but then middle school happened. I looked down at my iPod blinking rapidly as I heard the kids beside me getting up. I then looked up to see the bus pulling around the corner.
By Charity Walker6 years ago in Humans
Dear Jayme:
Dear Jayme, I know I’ve probably told you this a thousand times, but I just wanted to say it again; I wouldn’t be here today if it weren’t for you.
By Lindsay Dewolfe6 years ago in Humans
To You
An experimental Open Epistolary poem to my Aunts, my Mother, my sisters, and my Baba, my grandmother, and especially—-You. I love you. Love, Me.) ❤️ P.S- I picked Scarlett for the photo because she inspires me to fight no matter what happens in life.
By Melissa Ingoldsby6 years ago in Humans
I Ghosted My Friend For Saying I “Dressed Like a Slut”
I have a question for you. Have you ever been so astounded by the words spewing from someone’s mouth all you could do was stare?
By Evelyn Martinez6 years ago in Humans
A Girl’s Concerns
A Girl's Concerns For me it was not an unusual afternoon. I needed to sneak under the duvet and dissect my inclinations and desires. With luck, a rope and mirrors would save my sanity and I would lie naked and helpless on a seashore, waiting for the incoming tide. The phone rang. Well-bred friend Boudi shrieked down the phone; her style I love and envy. She demanded that I help at a meal to be hosted by her parents that very evening. It was quite beyond her. There would be French delicacies, Chateau Musar and unusual characters. My preference was to remain in despair on the seashore, seeking my salvation, but I owed her many favours. Besides, she promised breeding and intrigue. I clung to her vibe, dressed in my best and headed for the Tube to Sloane Square.
By Alice 6 years ago in Humans
butter knives break the ice
Kids learn to navigate adult parties in curious ways. I was no exception. While seated at the big people's table during a formal adult dinner, I made a startling six-year-old discovery.
By Carrie Wisehart6 years ago in Humans
When A Friend Breaks Your Heart
When A Friend Breaks Your Heart How do I explain it? It’s different. The feeling’s different. From when a SO breaks it. It’s different. Confusing. I don’t know. I’ve been heartbroken by a man, I’ve been heartbroken by my family. But something, something is different about this one.
By Hi, I'm Ayana.6 years ago in Humans
The Bar
Two security guards were standing at the entrance of the little bar around 10:00 at night. They saw two human silhouettes coming toward them. They listened to them talk for a bit, and figure out that the two strangers were speaking a different language.
By Greg Demin6 years ago in Humans
Full Moons
That's the thing about this city, you’re either coming or going. If you stick around long enough you’ll end up forgetting who exactly you were when you arrived. Nothing ever stayed consistent. The trends, the businesses, the people, the personalities. The only thing that remained the same was the traffic and the glimpses of sunlight that caught your eye as it flickered between the buildings. I missed the summer breeze of the open country, but the opportunity here was undeniably worth it. I worked at an art studio at the corner block of my apartment, and I never ran out of inspiration. The concoction of faces you could encounter just by stepping outside, I grew a deep appreciation for the influx of people. The variety of backgrounds that molded each individual differently. I made a habit out of getting too involved out of sheer curiosity. Diving deeply into the history of the people I, then, considered to be friends, but that term was used loosely here. Most of them were concerned with the latest gossip or who could get them the next best thing. I never understood how they ignored the complexity of stories shared, always ready to flip it back to themselves and what they know. Strangers could become intimate encounters if they could only learn the art of listening. Humanity was patiently waiting to be heard and I was eager to learn.
By TheLateBloom 6 years ago in Humans
The Ninth Grade
Have you ever sat in a room full of people, but felt alone? That feeling of loneliness creeping up behind you like a shadow, and just enveloping you. You could be surrounded by the people who are supposed to be your best friends and still feel completely and utterly alone. It’s a sickening feeling, really. People don’t understand how that shadow clings on to you and travels with you wherever you go. Your friends are supposed to be aware of this darkness caught in you. They should be there for you regardless of any situation. You should be able to feel happy, safe, at-ease, excited and comfortable around your ‘best friend’ at all times.
By Mara Hurst6 years ago in Humans
You'll like this Better
I felt my arms involuntarily cross in front of my chest. “Better” still floated in the air as it traveled towards my side of the table out of those upturned, full lips. A memory from twenty years ago flooded my thoughts, involuntarily shaping my reaction. I could still feel my hair being pulled tautly upward into a perky ponytail, about to be tied in a pink ribbon.
By Joann Amoroso6 years ago in Humans