You invited me to my first high school birthday party before I had any friends. During my peak try-hard years as an awkward clueless kid, you were always generous and kind. You were this way with everything, even when it's unnoticed. I remember how into butterflies you were. When school was finished and I never expected to see you again, that was when I actually got to know you most. Some of the best core memories of my youth were created with you. I remember endless carefree easy days, long challenging fun nights, the color green, lord of the rings, summer night air beaches, all the hills parks and playgrounds across town, guitars, laying on empty streets, caravan racing down PCH at 1am, ice skating, Fuji burger, reading books, going anywhere everywhere and nowhere, laughing till it hurts, breezy hot days of lounging around comfortably doing nothing, getting together daily with everybody, coming home at dawn tired but already looking forward to what the next day will bring. At the time, it felt like it'll always be like this. You shared a line with me once from one of the stories you loved. I've thought about it more than I ever got the chance to tell you. "To die would be an awfully big adventure." Knowing that a part of you knows this makes me smile. Thank you for all the good times Khristina, and thank you for all the good that you are. It's still here. Rest well.
