She's bright.
No, not too flashy like an afternoon sun. But more like a morning sun, just perfect.
'She's too optimistic.', I remember thinking when I got to know her better. I mean, have you met someone who exudes so much optimism that even when she's a hundred of meters away, you can actually feel it? Yes, she definitely belongs to that category. But don't get me wrong, I love it. Her optimism is infectious. I have to say, that's what I like best about her. It's something I wish I have.
She's easy.
But she can be terribly difficult, too. Especially when she gets mad. However, her anger dissipates fast. Like a glass of water under the Saharan heat. But then again, maybe it's just me. Easy, no, not like an open book. But more like a very, very, very loving mother. Someone you can talk to about anything and everything under the clear blue skies.
She's vain.
She takes a lot of pictures of her self. And I mean, a lot. But that's something about her that I am fond of. Because those pictures of her remind me of something I learned from her. Something very important, something I'll treasure until my last breath. 'Don't mind what others have to say. Just do it.', she said.
She's a wall.
Simply put, She's someone I can lean on. Especially when the going gets tough. Strong, sturdy, unyielding. A perfect anchor in times of trouble. That's something I terribly miss about her. When something goes wrong, she just shrugs it off. She doesn't let it get into her head. Such a strong woman, she is.
She's a friend.
She's my Jacob Black. My Patrick Star. My Hermione Granger(+ either Ron or Harry). And my Serena van der Woodsen.
We fight each other, we laugh together, we challenge each other, and we carry one another.
Today, I'm on my all-time low. I have repeatedly asked myself: Where am I going? And after hours of deliberating, I still don't have an answer. Shadows, scary shadows are lurking almost everywhere. But then I remember her, and I close my eyes, breathe deeply, and say to myself: 'I can do this. I can find my way. I can be strong, and I will be strong.'
I might be feeling bitter right now about things I can't control, but I'm thankful for my memories of her. It kept tugging my sleeves, and urging me on.
On days like these, I'm grateful to have known someone called Noreen Joy Solis.
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