Finding Inner Peace"Nothing can bring you peace but yourself." I'm thinking about the time my best friend died and when I stopped being myself and my life started going to hell. It happened maybe two or three years ago. The day is very clear in my memory. The weather was cold and bad. The monotonous rain made everything seem grey. I was at home waiting for my girlfriend to arrive. I was sitting on the couch drinking hot tea and feeling warm and cozy. My dog ​​was there too, I remember. We were watching a talk show, but I wasn't paying much attention to what was going on. The only thing that mattered to me was that my girlfriend came home and that we could see each other again. She had only left four weeks earlier, but I had already missed her dearly. We had been friends since sixth grade. At first we were enemies; we hated each other. Oh, how we fought! She once accused me of taking her purse, knowing I was a known prankster, even though I had no idea what she was talking about. She later found her purse in her friend's locker. Looks like she forgot she put it there. This turned out to be the first, but not the last, incident to occur. What didn't we discuss? After about four years we became the best friends ever. We were perfectly compatible with each other. We started spending all our time together. We were vital to each other. I came to know every single detail of her life as she knew mine. It was the longest friendship of my life. I looked at the clock above my head. Six fifty. He was supposed to arrive at five. I felt uncomfortable, a strange sensation went through my heart. I didn't understand it. I waited and waited. It was already dark and I was afraid of being alone. I couldn't take it anymore. Seven o'clock. The phone rang and it scared me. Who could it be? I wasn't expecting a phone call from anyone. I got up from the couch and took it