At first, I was very discontent. It seemed like everything was going wrong. My muscles were sore, my writing was far from good, and the girl who I thought was “the one” didn’t share the same feelings as I did.
For those who knew me, everything was on the up-and-up. I was still optimistic, I carried a smile on my face, and everything seemed to be flowing with ease. However, deep in the depths of my soul, I was screaming for someone to save me and it seemed like nobody was listening, or so I thought.
Somebody was listening, although I’m not sure if I realized it at first. Lizz Raffa has only been my friend for a short amount of time, but I feel comfortable telling her anything. She’s the kind of person who tells it how it is and she will drop anything, just to help a friend in need.
If you need someone to put a smile on your face, you go to Lizz. Even if you’re only with her for five minutes she somehow makes you feel like you’re on top of the world. She is the one person who’s been there for me in good times and in bad.
When the girl who I cared for rejected me, Lizz was there to pick up the pieces and assure me that the right person is out there. She made me realize that when I finally do find that right person it will be the greatest feeling in the world. Who knows? Maybe she is closer to me then I think.
She taught me to open my eyes and appreciate what I have right in front of me. She gave me the high I needed to keep pushing and when I’m falling I know I could count on her to catch me.
Most importantly, when I’m with Lizz my CP doesn’t exist. Even if it’s just for a few seconds, I’m pain free. You see, Lizz doesn’t see a guy with a hurt leg. Lizz sees me for who I really am, a good friend.
I don’t know how I will ever repay her but I do know this. Lizz Raffa was the friend who saved me in every way possible when I was crying for help. I know she will always be there for me and I will always be there for her. She is a friend who I care about deeply, my guardian angel.
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