I met my friend during Grade 6. She was the best among all the other friends I had. A year and half later, I argued with her we didn't talk to each other for a whole year. I missed her a lot . There is not a day wherein I didn't miss her. But then, somehow, she and me become friends again. I felt so happy because she really means the world to me. But the sad thing is, she found new best friends already... To her, I'm just a classmate... I really pray to the Buddha someday, she will think of me as a best friend too