a friend (I)

it would be somehow unfair for me to say that l. was the best friend i ever had, especially nowadays. life has forced us to go separate ways, something we knew seven years ago, during the high-school, when every morning and every night we sat side by side in the bus. we simply didn't care about it back then. and why should we?

we still don't care about the distance. our friendship is one of those rare relationships that time cannot erase. we might be months without talking to each other, without seeing each other at all. but when we finally get together, we both know it will be like it used to. we'll still have the same intuition we always had, that makes us think the exact same thing about whatever happens around us. we still have a lot to talk about, and more important, we can still enjoy each other's company in silence, when sitting in her car at late night in somewhere far away, quietly smoking a cigarrette. of course, while distance brings a lot of talking when we meet, it also implies that we're not as present as we used to be, giving room to other people to know us better, to get closer. hence the reason why i can't say l., whose dark red hair hides an original bright yellow, is not my best friend. but that our friendship is the best i have with a girl, well, no doubt about it.