growing up there was always that one girl. Im sure there was one in every school. Even if you didn’t know her it would feel like an honor just to walk past her in the hallway. She had this amazing way of interacting with people, making every soul she encountered feel special or blessed even if just for a second. She was the cheerleader, she was the class clown, she was the listening ear, when it seemed like no one cared, she cared. She has been my best friend, my first crush, my little sister, and my big sister. So many amazing unforgettable qualities all packed into this… beautiful angel. She would paint my finger nails, and crack my toes. When we lived together there would be some nights when it was just us in the house, with nothing to do, no one around. I would just sit at the foot of her bed and listen to her go on about everything and anything. I would just sit there in aw basking her her radiance laughing hysterically. It’s hard for me to think back on a time we shared together that didn’t end in one of us shrieking at the top of our lungs. SHH SHH the neighbors will complain! This lat week I swear if the air is still enough or the room is quiet enough I can still hear her, laughing at me. She thought I was really funny but she didn’t even realize all I was doing was trying to be just like her :)
