My best friend Duong moved to Canada with his family when we were fourteen.
In the first months we sent long every day.
Then school became busy, and the time made calls difficult.
For almost a year we only wrote a few words on birthdays.
Last spring he suggested a simple : one call on the first Sunday of the month.
It is nine in the evening for me and seven in the morning for him.
We talk for an hour about things: his part-time job, my exams, the price of coffee.
Some months there is not much to say, however we call anyway.
I have learned that a at a distance needs a , not strong feelings.
In July he is coming back for two weeks, and we already have a list of places to visit.