Hi everybody, now it's time to talk about my best friend. His name is Marcelo and I met him when I was 12. That was in 2001 when we were classmates in the school. At first time we weren't so close but later that year we became very best friends and we shared many activities like playing the guitar. Time went by and we were growing and sharing many situations that were changing our lives: the first relationship, drunk nights, the born of his brother Benjamin, and things like that.
In the last years we began to take differents roads, he's started practicing basketball and trial bike, and I took guitar lessons and began a relationship with my girlfriend. Anyway, this doesn't mean that we're not friends anymore, actually, I can say that the different interests and hobbies gave us the chance to talk about more things than we could talk in the past.
He's now studying agronomy in the Universidad Católica but we still remain as friends. It's funny to see how he grows becoming a man. I met him when he was a little fat boy, and he was crying all the time because of the annoying people, with his short black hair and that funny smile from ear to ear. Now he's taller than these days, he's not a fat boy anymore, and that short hair is now long like a pony tail. But there's something that no feels how the time goes by, and that things is our friendship. I'm sure we'll be friends for a long long time.
