Shaking the Blues Away

It's hard to like a missionary.
I met him at EFY.
It was the perfect environment to like him.
Then EFY ended.
He lived five hours away.
We met up once.
Wasn't great. Awkward really. Because the environment had changed.
Then he moved twenty minutes away.
We hung out twice.
I started to like him again.
Then he went on a mission.
I write to him.
He writes me back when he can.
He wrote me "I'm sorry for not writing you...being a missionary is busy but that's no excuse...I promise to be a better friend in the future."
I wrote back "Don't use me as an excuse to not do your work. Write me if you can but if you don't have time don't worry about it. What you are doing there is much more important than me."
Sometimes I regret saying that.
But it's how I really feel. Missionary work is more important than me.
But it still hurts when I run to the mail box everyday and there's no letter from him.
I like him again.

My best friend is going on a mission soon.
My best guy-friend just got his call and is leaving in January.

A part of me wishes they would stay with me.
They're really my only true friends right now and meeting and making an effort to make new friends scares me. I don't want to do it. I want MY friends. The friends I have now.

Another part of me says they're doing what they're supposed to. They're doing what they want to do. And they're doing what I want them to do. They both will be such amazing missionaries. And I'm so proud of both of them for making that decision. Seriously it's so awesome.

I'm a huge supporter of missionary work. And even though it will be tough for me not to have these three amazing friends around, close enough to call or go do something with, I know that it's right. It will all be alright. It will be so quick and I'll be happy. I'll make friends. I'll make really good friends. And I'll keep the really good friends I have now close to me. They'll always be there. Because we were meant to be friends.