My friend had been out of my life for quite some time and my life was not the same. I moped around and pretty much made everyone miserable because I was miserable without my best friend.
My friend helped me to see beauty in the mundane and helped me to express myself in the world around me.
But then we moved and there was not space in my life for my friend.
My friend felt neglected.
When I finally got around to paying my friend attention, my friend refused to help me. Because of my neglect, my friend was sick.
So I took care of my friend, I cleaned my friend up and got my friend the professional help my friend needed.
Now my friend's back and my days will be filled with purpose again. My friend is helping me to unlock the creativity within me.
My days will be happy and bright and I will probably be a much nicer person now.
I love my friend.