For years, I thought that I had a best friend – and not so long ago I’ve realized  that it was all in my head. One could say that there is no such thing as a best friend (like “there is no such thing as a safe cigarette”). So, in reality this person is just a friend, but not my “best friend”. I thought that we were like sisters and all of a sudden, because of a very little thing, I saw very clearly that we were not. Somehow, I’ve lived for years with this false impression – that I had a best friend, like a child would have an invisible bunny friend hat he/she talks to.  After the “wake up” incident, I was angry for a few weeks and upset at her that she took my “best friend” away. Finally, one day, I realized that it was all in my imagination and I gave it all up and released my friend from being my “best friend”. In fact, I realized why it was so difficult – because I didn’t want to go again through losing my “best friend” experience since I was 5 or 6 years old. The cause of all this – my “best friend” from childhood, Anda, lives in Vienna. I visited her in 2007 (we met after some 25 years or so), and I didn’t hear from her since then. We, grown-ups, are so childish, aren’t we? check this out: