I love surrounding myself with creative people, people who yearn for incredible things, people who I can relate with and dream with as well. They give of such an amazing vibe and they give of an energy that can really tell you that they love life in such a contagious way. It can’t be put into words. I like people who can say that art is freedom. I like people who can bend things that most people just see as straight lines. I like people that can make my cheeks hurt by the end of the day from laughing to much, my sides hurt from giggling so much,  my soul burn with an unstoppable fire. I like people that can make me feel like I wasn’t put on this planet only to live and be a person of mediocrity.

The reason I’m talking about this( and probably legitimately wasting your time) is because school had recently just ended. The ninth of June to be exact. I met so many people, I made new friends and met so many incredible people. I experienced so many things and learned so many lessons about life that I didn’t take faith into until now.

But I met one person. And she gave me such a different perspective in life. She always made me feel like I could me more than just another person on this planet. But then one day just before the period ended she whispered in my ear “Our laughs are limitless. Our memories are countless. Our friendship is endless.” Before I was able to even say anything the bell rang and all I saw was her dark brown locks swishing behind her like wings. The next day her sister told me during lunch that my friend was having kidney surgery. For two weeks I waited for any news but her sister didn’t come because she needed to stay with her sister while she recovered. But then one day on February 17, 2017. Her sister came back. As she walked closer and closer to me tears began to fall. As soon as she reached me she started sobbing. I asked her endlessly what was wrong and then she whispered to me in a voice that could barely be heard, “Sh-she’s -g-gone.”

She looked up at me with eyes that looked exactly like my friend’s. Her naturally burnt sienna eyes almost looked black, flooding with tears. She then ran away to the girls bathroom. I wanted to follow but my body said otherwise. My feet were paralyzed on the ground. The more I wanted to move the more I wanted to curl up into a little ball and cry in a corner and never ever come out into the light. I eventually slowly slid down against the beam I was leaning on and sat on the floor.  I curled into a little ball until the bell rang. Instead of answering questions in class or consulting with other students. Or even acknowledge the presence of my other friends… I just sat there quietly for every period for a few days until I couldn’t take it anymore. I hid my sadness for a long time. Pretending to be my normal self. But then one night I couldn’t stand holding the tears that kept building up inside me. I told everything to my mom. How she had kidney surgery, how she died from heart failure. My lip quivered with each sentence, each word, each letter, each breath. My breath was rough and course. Tears welled in my eyes and soon spilled out. Being the amazing mother she was, my mom wrapped me in her arms. I felt safe and the warmth radiating from her body was so soothing. I sounded terrible while I cried. Like I was having a seizure. But I didn’t care. My friend. She was gone. And I can’t do anything about it. I’m holding back tears as I write this.

But as I  think about this. I realize that if she was still alive right now. Right this minute, she would’ve been trying to withstand searing pain.  She is now freed from every moment of pain. And I’m glad that she is now in a much better place. If I were able to speak to her. Right this second I would say: Hello friend. i just wanted to say. Thank you. You were able to bend the things that people saw as straight lines. You shared your dreams with me. You unleashed your creativity and showed me incredible things. I miss you. But I’m better now. I will never ever forget you. From the day that I met you I new I was in for a bewitching ride. Thanks for hexing me friend.

That was probably the most important thing that happened to me this school year. I don’t know if I really have changed. I don’t know if I have achieved anything but all I know is that this school year has been really important to me. I mean I met so many people that changed me. I learned lessons that shaped me. I learned things about myself that will now and forever change me.

I wanted to write this post because each one of us needs a person that can hex you. Bewitch you. Just be the kinda person that can just change your life. Now I don’t now if I’m that person for someone or multiple people. But what I do know is that I can go on all day explaining how many people really are that influence for me.