• Like my old math teacher asked me before I moved here, "Why do the good people have to leave?"

    And that was true.
    I knew that I was a very shy and independent girl who tried to fit in or tried to find out who she was.
    But after meeting her, she shed light on me.
    She changed a girl who was quiet, to a girl who was more outgoing.
    I knew who I was after that.

    I was no "popular girl", which I call preps and plastic.
    And I was no nerd either.
    I was just... some where in between.
    And so was she.

    That's what made us more known in the world and more loved.
    We were cool to everybody and we didn't care what other preps thought about us when we played goofy.
    We were just... us.

    She was my one and only guardian angel.
    She showed me the way to the heavens and took me away from hell. Whenever I needed help or a shoulder to cry on, she was always there. She protected me and guided me away from danger.

    She was my conscience.
    My guardian angel who I can't, wouldn't, couldn't, and shouldn't replace, change, or destroy.
    I know that even when she is far from me, she will always be there for me-- one way or another.
    And... I wish she was here with me to tell her this and to thank her for it.