Two years ago my family moved. The day we left, my best friend and I cried together in my empty bedroom for hours. I was sad and homesick during the five-hour car ride to my new house.
When we finally arrived at my house , I ran to the phone to tell my best friend my address and phone number . We talked for a little while , and I had to hang up because the long-distance call was too expensive .
On the first day of school, I called my friend to tell her how it went . Then, on Halloween, I sent her a letter and a picture of my new friends and me.
Finally, she wrote me a letter. It wasn't even a letter—just a bunch of pieces of paper saying, “Best friends forever.”
When I finally got her e-mail address, I e-mailed her the longest letter I have ever written. I never received an e-mail back, and after the third letter with no response, my messages grew shorter and shorter. With each passing day, I got angrier and angrier. I never received a reply from her.
After two years of disappointment, I finally got a phone call from my best friend. She told me how sorry she was for not writing, and about how busy she had been. It was so unexpected, I forgot about everything that had happened and how angry I had been at her. I forgave(原谅) her. I guess keeping in touch just isn't her style, and it didn't mean she didn't care about me. I came to realize that true friends never really lose their special connection. Even after two years, it felt like we had talked just yesterday. Now she and I write regularly—or at least she tries to, and she tries hard.
可能有点长...我不着急~