Gaya was my best friend when we went to school. She, my sister and I were always together. We often spent time together, went for a walks. I liked her, because she understood me, helped me. We knew everything about each other. We got on well because she was not like other people. She was merry, she had a good sense of humour. We often argued, but always made our peace.
Now, we don't talk. She doesn't phone me, doesn't write to me, doesn't want to go for a walk with me. Because, I think, no one has best friends for long time. But I miss her very much.
