It's a good day to be good

 This is not complete. I was having a serious case of writers block and have no idea where to go with this soooo any input would be wonderful! 

Friendship is like a fart. If you have to force it it’s probably crap. It was one of those friendships that just happened and even looking back you have no idea where it started. It starts out as an idea and slowly you’re better friends than you ever thought possible.

This instant connection brought out the best in both of us. “We’re just friends” we would insist when people asked us if we were dating. And we were. It was simple, it was fun. It was friendship in its truest form. I had just graduated and he was only a Junior but despite the age difference we spent every spare moment together, driving to the beach, taking random pictures and having some of the greatest adventures I’ll ever remember.

He would always tell me “it’s a good day to be good” and slowly that became my slogan. Through every bad day and every frustration I was reminded of those words. Then the day came that we decided that our friendship wasn't helping either of us. That maybe we were headed on different paths. That slogan was never so hard to remember.

 “I just feel like you don’t care” I had exclaimed in a fit of emotion in the car one day before bursting into tears. His eyes, confused, like a deer in the headlights as I continued to cry.

“I think it’ll just take time” he replied after what seemed like an eternity. I nodded, not knowing what I had expected. The tears stopped and the loneliness started to sink its way into my heart. I knelt next to my bed that night and began crying even harder than I had earlier that day. I felt a peace that night. I knew it was going to work out.

But life continued.

Me being graduated and his still being in high school made our lives slowly grew apart. Our friendship started falling through the cracks and we either didn't mind or forgot how to care. I slowly felt the loneliness sink back in. I was immobilized. Unable to socialize in any basic form. I felt crippled by the disease of graduation and stuck in a middle ground between high school and college. I was losing my best friend. What was supposed to be a semester break turned out to be a personal torment that filled every inch of my body. Waking up every morning and feeling cold down to my bones. An aching amplified by what felt like the loss of my friend.

I turned to the Lord, searching the scriptures and praying, in hope of an answer, anything to cure the ache of loneliness that I felt every night in bed. Slowly he became my best friend, a comfort in the chaos that was my mind. Every scripture, a  text message from prophets of old to guide. Every prayer, a personal voicemail to my Heavenly Father. They brought comfort. I was filled with a desire to serve, a desire to share what love I was feeling from my wonderful best friend in heaven, my Heavenly Father.