My best friend I have known her for eight years, four months and twenty two days. I met her at secondary school. Since that time, we have been inseperable. We had been studying together and sharing a room for five years. We visit each other once a month (at least we try to do it if possible) as our home towns are located nearby. She is a nice, friendly and smiling woman. The woman is beautiful and attractive. If it comes to her personality traits, she is calm, collected and thoughtful. Performing every task, she is precise as a perfectionist. She likes dancing and listening to music of old times. Her fascination of actors and singers from the 60ties and 70ties is admirable. As far as her sport passion is concerned, she is a real fan of tennis. She is able to watch a tennis match through all the night. I can discuss every issue with her and she always understands me. I rely on her advice, consolation and support. I may even suggest that I live due to a friendship with her. Hopefully, our friendship will be last till the end of our lives. I imagine ourselves still meeting each other as old grandmothers who recall of the events they shared as well as boast about their husbands, children and grandchildren having friendship relationships as well.