25.3.12

STORY OF A FRIENDSHIP

One of my best friend is called Concha. I met her at secondary school. I´ve never forgotten that day, where both of us were lost because it was our first day at secondary school and we didn´t know anybody.

 We hit it off quickly sraight away, because we found out that we had a lot in common, in fact our fathers had the same job,  they were workmates!
A funny anecdote about our same tastes, was in a party where we were wearing the same dress, although we didn´t know, what dress neither  of us knew what dress she would wear that night.

We studied chemistry at university , so we used to study and we used to go out together every weekend, but when I got married, I went to live to Zaragoza, and litle by litle we lost touch.

Luckly, we´ve got back in touch since I came back to Murcia, so nowadays we usually meet for lunch three times a year with our families, although we talk on the phone from time to time as well.

If we had more free time , I´d like to meet her every week. I wish it was possible one day.

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