A friend who hardly meets me, sends me a message telling me that he meets my best friend more often than he meets me. The friend who sent me the message, who is a very good friend, stays in the same city that I stay in. We hardly meet. My best friend, who he meets more often than he meets me, lives in a different country. We, also, hardly meet. He, in spite of being my best friend, hardly says hi, even, on social networks and such. That’s what I told my good friend about my best friend. I never told this to my best friend. And I don’t feel the need to tell my best friend what I told my good friend. That is why we are best friends.