I went to the --- to meet Kerstin, we met each other maybe a month ago near the campus. She helped me out that time. And a week later a friend of us invited us. He invited me to drink some beer with him and his friends. There saw I Kerstin to the second time. We talked and we felt ourselves really good. Since the coincidence we got to know each other more, because we have met already several times. She was a bit older than me, more than 9 years although this age difference she became my friend. She said that she wanted to introduce someone to me, her best friend. She often talked about her lately, so it made me really curious about her identity. … I went in the cafeteria and searched Kerstin, where could she be. I find her instantly and than I walked towards her. When she saw me she waved her hand. She hugged me when I arrived and turned to the table, where her friend set. "He is Nate and this is --- " When I realized who she is my eyes went wide. I haven't seen her since we went different roads, what was more than a half a year. I opened my mouth to say something, because I could...
She was my cousin from my mother’s side. My mother loved to spend time with the family so needless to say, I got to spend a lot of time with her. However, much to my mom’s dismay, her family moved away seventeen years ago. Yet I still have many memories with her, some
I have known Paula Lahera for many years; however, our relationship really began to thrive four years ago. We both started at Harvard Westlake in ninth grade and having been at the same elementary school, knew each other well enough to strike up conversation. I knew right off the bat that we would develop a great friendship because I was able to recognize an intense curiosity and kindness in her that was welcoming for anyone slightly nervous at a new school.
What the reader understands of the infidelity of Milan Kundera’s characters in The Unbearable Lightness of Being is a mere distraction from the real substance of the story and of the character’s real purpose. Kundera offers the reader a red herring and only through close examination can one dissect and abstract the true essence of each character’s thread that links them to one another in this story. For it is not clearly seen: in fact, it can not be seen at all. It is the fierce absence of the word commitment that is so blatantly seen in each individual, yet the word itself is buried so deeply inside of Tomas and Tereza that it takes an animal’s steadfast and unconditional love to make the meaning and understanding of commitment penetrate the surface.
I replied to her post to let her know of their concert I attended last year. After sending the message I asked myself, “why did I tell her that?” Was it so she’d be jealous that she didn’t go and I did? Was it so I could talk to her about something we both like? Anyone would want to believe the latter, but I realized it was the first. I apologized afterwards letting her know I did not want to come off as boastful. We talked about the band for the rest of our conversation nonetheless.
Krisi came from Albania to live with my family for a couple of years. I have a lot in common with Krisi, we both are very out of the box thinkers and we both are quite curious and creative people, like two friends playing Minecraft and maybe that was why I felt persuaded to tell her anything and everything I knew. I gravitated to her quickly, I felt a deep connection with her and to this day we’re like two sisters who share the same thoughts but from all the way across the world and that's why I had decided to tell her. We were driving up the hill on a foggy day after my figure skating practice and the words just tumbled out of my mouth so effortlessly like someone else was saying them for me, but that wasn't the surprise and when she told me that for years she thought about the same thing, it was truly mesmerizing. I longed to find another person close enough and eligible enough to tell my thoughts to but somehow on this random day the words came out like I had worked so hard yet I only needed so
to me that she wanted to speak to us, thought we were somebody she knew."
The two of you had a long wait just to see each other. Was there any way that you knew
Eventually, she started asking me questions. She asked them with such interest. She was coming up with questions much more creative than mine.She was responding with kindness. She maintained eye contact the whole time no matter how boring my answers were. She made me feel very
I met her in the autumn right after she had taken a terrible fall going to her mailbox and I was hired by her family as an in home aide. Her name was Jane* and she became a fast friend and provided me with never to be forgotten lessons that cant be taught within the walls of a school. Jane took the time to prove to me that I was worth loving and showed me unconditional love that at the time I couldn’t find. In the end all I have left are a few cherished memories, a pearl necklace, and some of the best lessons in life.
I was strolling down the hallway, trying to figure out where my class would be, when I bumped into a girl. “Oh goodness! I am so sorry. I wasn 't looking," she said and bent down to grab my file and books even before I could. I sighed and replied, “No, it 's fine." I wiped the sweat, which I had accumulated from walking all over the school, off my forehead. She stood up and handed me my books. I realized she was also a freshman by her orange colored uniform. She flipped her hair and said while grinning," Let me introduce myself. I 'm Natasha. I 'm from Canada so I don 't really know much about this town. How about you?" Even though I had never met her before, I could tell she seemed nice so I introduced myself. I had to make a judgment to decide whether to befriend the girl or not. Little did I know this stranger was
The air felt heavy and I felt as if something tragic was going to happen. I pulled down the sleeves of my jacket and glanced around the room. And then I saw her. I was so confused; why the hell was she in my class? What does whe want? Who even is she?!
On April 10, 2014, we went on a field trip to visit a museum in San Francisco. I have mix up emotions while we were traveling. I was excited to see different work of arts that I just used to see only in the books. We sat on a bus for two hours while I was making friend with the guy sitting next to me. We talked so many random things about our likes, the school, our family and the possible things that we would see in the museum. We exchanged ideas about certain work of arts that interest each of us.
We started talking daily and after a couple months it evolved into a sublime but content friendship. Kara asked for my hand in a class on a beautiful cloudless morning. I couldn’t get myself to come to the realization that she might actually like me more than a friend. But I declined. I knew it couldn’t be real and I didn’t look forward to being embarrassed. It had to be a joke and even if it wasn’t, she was too good for me. I wouldn’t want to bring her down to my level especially when she could have any guy she wanted.
I was good friends with the librarian’s daughter. We went to the same high school. She was in my circle of friends. We were juniors. She was the first to get an email address.
...the first day.” Steph and I bonded early in our friendship. I was the new girlfriend to her brother, and she was the potential sister from which I was trying to gain acceptance. I remember the first time I ever stepped up for her. She went to a party the previous night, lost her car, and broke her phone. Wanting to help my future sister-in-law, I fronted her the money to get it replaced before her mom found out that she had been drinking all night. Neither one of her friends were of age. I recall her and I being in the car on the way to Verizon, and her thanking me- telling me I was the coolest girl her brother had ever brought home. Actually, the said the only one, but she said she was sure I would have been the coolest. That girl always had a way of raising my self esteem to soaring heights. She had a shine about her that I’ve never seen in another person to date.