Just killing time.

This girl is the most important girl in my entire life. We met in fifth grade in Mrs. Wright’s English class. She was and is my best friend, and she will always watch out for me. The thing is, I don’t think that you understand just how important she is to me. Like, you just wouldn’t get it. We had a friendship that was so far beyond what anybody else could imagine. We didn’t fight. We didn’t talk crap about each other. Ever. Like, I wish I could put it into words how much we loved each other, but I can’t. Like, we’re both completely straight, but I’ve never even loved a guy the way that I love Kim, because it’s the purest form of love between two best friends that I could even describe to you. It’s so perfect. 

Fifth grade was the only year we went to school together, and it was the only year we needed. We kept in contact through Yahoo! Messenger, and MySpace, back when it was popular (You know you’ve known somebody a long time when they were on your MySpace page!) and facebook, as well as seeing each other at times throughout the year. We got a little busy sometimes, and I think the longest time we went without contact was about a month or two? If that? And not because we didn’t want to talk, really, but just because life is just so, on the go, and I didn’t always have a phone, and we weren’t big on texting anyway because it always seemed so impersonal. But the second we got back in contact, it was like nothing had changed. And, because we didn’t go to the same school, then we didn’t have time to fight over stupid things; we were too busy valuing time with each other.

We wrote poetry and stories together; random ones, about an evil Prince Charming named Justin, and about a not-so-typical fairy tale princess named Arabella. We read each other’s and critiqued each other’s poetry, because nobody quite understood it like each other did. She’s the one who truly got me into it, poetry, stories, writing, the whole shebang. I found it was a great way to let out anything I had bottled up inside of me, because I bottled up a lot. But, not with Kim. She knows more about me than any single person on this planet, at all. If you were to combine the knowledge of me of every person that has ever lived, ever, she still knows eons more than they could ever even fathom.

This girl is my kindred spirit, and my other half. We were practically psychic around each other, and we knew each other better than the other person did. We always knew what advice to give each other, no matter what. Like, the other one always knew better, and it was never like that with anybody else. It’s higher than the highest level of friendship anybody could ever assume. It got to the point early on in the friendship where we could talk about our “best friend”, and like, it’s not like we were offending each other at all, because we knew that each other was so much more than that. 

Kimmie was taken away from this world on October 25th, 2011. She got into a car accident 3 nights before, and was pronounced brain dead. After the doctors saw there was nothing they could do, they finally took her off of life support. 

I couldn’t even tell you how much this destroyed me. I can’t even tell you. Especially because, at the exact time that the accident happened, I was busy writing this: 

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This rant, that, by the beginning of it, Kimmie could have still been alive and well, and, by the end of it, was brain dead. 

And you have no idea how much that hurts my heart to know, that, while I was complaining about how much I hate life, she was already in the process of losing hers. I regret that so much, to know that I was so ungrateful, so horribly mistaken about what truly matters in life. It is because of Kimmie’s passing that my outlook on life is so much brighter now. Kimmie did her job that needed to be done on Earth. She did; I fully believe that with every ounce and fiber, every drop of my existence. 

She was a fantastic person. She was so giving, and loving, and passionate, and beautiful, and strong, so strong, even if she didn’t think so. She hated violence and loved food and sleep and her friends. She was crazy. She was a definite party animal. She was an amazing sister, and guided her little sisters through everything, and loved her older brother. She was an amazing student with grades that would make Harvard blush, and one of the most educated people I know. She was my best friend, my other half, my kindred spirit, and my sister from another mister.

She was everything to me. And now, she’s my angel. ♥

Rest in Peace, Kimmie. Rest in Peace.♥