christina and true friendship.

 christina was the most beautiful person i had ever met.

she was creative, talented, special, funny, and just such her own person - it is hard to describe her to people. she was consuming and made me feel so alive.

we were just the two best friends that no one ever understood, but we could have cared less. we had more inside jokes then anyone i've ever met. i have never laughed as hard as i did when we were friends. i also never skipped class ever until i met her. we used to "mosh" together while listening to one ipod and climb trees and paint and put on silly disney or taking back sunday dance performances in my room. she was the killer to my whale, the twig to my log. we were just a match.

sophomore year christina wrote in my yearbook "im amazed at how you are my bestfriend in the entire world. every memory that we have i could never trade for the world because you make me who i am. i cant tell you how much you mean to me because i am just a lost cause without you in my world. i dont even understand how we came to be the two people that we are but without you holding me in the swing, people like wilber and fucking jake would be the death of me. i hope you know how beautiful you are and how you mean the entire world in my life.  you have been there for me more than anyone else in the whole world and you really let this lamb fly. your my dove. everything you know about me makes me christina and nobody else embraces my ways the way you can. i think that we are crazy but it makes my life. i could never even begin to tell you the impact that you have had on my life and i want to be old with you. and i will be. oh yes! "we'll just bring an axe- you got one?" do not touch this page it is for momentary madness and inspirational crazed moments. oh i will continue. but she never did finish writing in my yearbook.

although, she was my bestfriend; she was not all good. she never talked about her home life and more or less tried to escape it. she would go days, weeks without returning my phone calls or telling me where she was. she hardly did her work in school and there were days when she would just not show up to class at all. eventually christina got kicked out of our boarding school and after that, i really never heard from her again. i tried calling, stopping by her house, left countless messages. it was like she escaped from one life and into someone else's. she was like an angel. a friend that appears when you need it the most and helps remind you that you are important. she will always have a place in my heart because she took it with her when she left.