Dear christine,
We have been best friends for nearly ten years. It seems a long run and I've never imagined about that. We grow older, be cleverer, have more friends and become the person envied by many innocent pupils.
I still remember that winter, after we had an argument, you invited me to come to your birthday party. I was so surprised as soon as I knew I was the only one to be invited. You told me that you had hesitated before, which made me trust you more. Well, actually I was totally moved. My all depression suddenly disappeared. Whatever we had had before, in final you chose the old, arrogant, smug, unpleasant guy to be your best friend, the only thing I can say is: Thank you for staying with me, thank you for choosing me to be the person who goes through thick and thin with you, and thank you, for understanding me all the time even I ignore you some time.
Love is a promise. Love is a souvenir. Once given, never forgotten. Never let it disappear.
So is friendship. I think.