A Hero's Journey

Alright, where do I begin? Let’s take a trip down memory lane; I first met Encar when I was in the 7th grade and she were a little 5th grader that I happen to see standing there in the middle of the small cubical we had at Clinton. She stood there with her dark green shirt and her cute little red bow. I didn’t think much of it at the time, I honestly forgot about that special moment until a little over two years later. I was scrolling down my Facebook feed and I come across a post from an old friend named Encar, I was surprised to see that the post had to involve her breaking-up with her then boyfriend. I was concerned to messaged Encar asking how she was doing with the whole situation. I pointed out to her how she had so much talent and how

We both found ourselves in relationships and involved in afterschool activities, the friendship was still there but we lacked time management. The end of my sophomore year, I was put in a very difficult situation; I was going through my first break-up and I honestly did not know how to handle it. Lucky for me, I had some amazing friends in my life to help me and guide me through it step by step. One of the few people that were there for me was Encar. The girl I once spent an entire day and night explaining to her how it gets better and that it’s not the end of the world, was doing the exact same thing for me. I was surprised, I was actually shocked to see Encar take the time out of her busy day to talk to me and help this little depressed boy understand that it doesn’t end there, it gets better. After my break-up I vowed to always keep a close eye on Encar and made sure to be there for her whenever she needed it regardless of the time or place. As she entered high school I made it my duty to make sure she was on top of her school work and was not getting herself involved with the wrong crowd. I would take her out on mini dates to the near by food stores and made sure she brought herself whatever she wanted. Seeing her smile made me feel so good inside, it’s such an indescribable feeling. I walked her open on this one occasion I took her out for some Starbucks coffee. I asked her what size drink she wanted and

But I started to notice a few changes in her behavior, I didn’t think much of it but then I finally knew what it was. Encar had feeling for me but was too afraid to say anything. I don’t blame her, I treated her like a sister and she didn’t to risk what we had for something that could or could not happen. Knowing this new information put me a very difficult situation; did I risk my friendship that I’ve had for six years or start a new chapter? The answer was right in front of me the whole time but I was too foolish to notice