My used-to-be-my-very-best friend is still a close friend today- 58 years later. She lives in Virginia, I in Alaska. We still do the twice a year phone call, her birthday in August, mine in November. We've seen each other perhaps a half dozen times in the last 50 years but just as reported above, we pick right up where we left off. It had been 43 years when we first met again and within five minutes I remembered why I had loved her so.