I often wondered, if she was some kind of force of nature, and believe me she was, then what kind would she be?

She could possibly be the sun; she shined so brightly that a person would have to be blind to look past her. Everything about her was brilliant, from her curly brown hair, to her red-painted toenails. Her shape was like an hourglass, but more delicate. I always had a hard time taking my eyes off of her, until she would round a corner, and I wouldn't be able to see a single thing, but her. It was much like staring at the sun, looking away, and only being able to see those brightly colored dots. She was so much like the sun.

This beautiful sun could have also been called the Pole Star though. The Pole Star has always been said to be the "star of direction", because it is said to have a never changing position. When a person is lost, they simple look for the brightest star, the only one not moving. It leads to north, to the highest point. She, lead me from the lowest point in my life, to the highest point I could reach. Although I didn't seek her out, I found her with ease, and followed her. She was my "star of direction."

Moreover, she was the moon. She shined the best through the darkness, but she was also a very modest light. Everybody could been her, she was never really tried to outshine anybody. Her intelligence was obvious, and that wasn't necessarily her fault. She never tried to mask her intellect, but she never tried to blind people with it either. Bragging word snever left her mouth, leaving her the opportunity to be modest, just like the moon.

She once told me that I was like a black hole, because I suck people in, leaving nothing, not ever light, the ability to escape. Supposedly, I sucked her in, leaving her unable to escape. I don't remember doing that, but then again, why else would she have been with me, unless she was stuck with me? In all honesty, she, herself, could have been a black hole. I never sought her out, therefore, I never pulled her in. She pulled at me, and at times I tried to fight back, but I ended up getting too close to her. I lacked the strength to depart from her. I was never the black hole, she was.

Her life, from birth, till death, left her as a series of natural forces. I can't say, with absolute certainty, what she was before arriving at school at the age of eleven. All I know is that her life filled my asteroid of a heart. I had orbited around her unintentional sun-like superiority, as a blackened rock of nothingness. She turned me into something else, something brilliant.