My Time In England - My Family Travels

  BAM! It was all over. Oh, never again would our eyes meet in the fiery glow of the scarlet sunset. His hand meeting mine in the tender darkness that surrounded us. I called it the end, but some would say it was just the beginning, the beginning of love. My pink, cloudy eyes swelling, with hot tears streaming down my face at the thought of reality. It seemed like it had not truly happened. Ah but it did, and if he were here he could help me explain. But, alas, I do not know if I will ever see him again.

     I had seen the Roman Baths, Stonehenge, and Avbury, but there is something about the people you meet that changes the entire experience. In the week I was London I had seen sights that took all of the air out of my lungs and made my eyes sparkle like a child in a candy store; however, one day my vision of that magical place will blur, I wont quite remember how many statues were guarding the Roman Baths or how many stones Stonehenge is made of, but the people I met in my time there will forever have a place in my heart. There is one person in particular that made an impact on my life more than all the others. His name is Kristian Richings.

     I met this boy through my aunt’s friend. He had a painful life and deep depression that affected every aspect of his life. He was lost in the world and needed a helping hand. I reached mine out. On the fifth day of our week-long trip I traveled two grueling hours out of my way to open my heart to a person in need. We met at his home in a gorgeous little town that looked as if it were pulled right out of a story book. Instantly attracted to each other through humor and excitement, we hit it off well. We spent the whole night getting to know everything we could about one another. After the England sky had turned blood-red and the wind had become bone-chilling, we decided it was time to return to the house and find a place for me to sleep.

     We spent the next two days enwrapped in story telling, videogame playing, ad joke telling. When the last day of my trip arrived I knew it would be hard to let this go, to let part of my heart stay behind in England as I fly to the states. I felt a pain that I have not felt very often since then; the pain that tells you that you will be missed. Before I left Kristian, his mother pulled me aside with hot tears streaming down the graceful cheeks. She explained to me that she had never, not once, seen her son so happy. She told me that it had been over a year since he has smiled or laughed at anything. She had been so worried, and with my arrival, she called me her little angel. The angel that opened her son up to be happy again, that gave him new meaning in life. She hugged me long and hard and said if I took nothing else away from this trip, that I should know how much I am loved by her.

     There are things in life that people find to be breathtaking and exquisite, but I truly feel that people make such an impact. I tell people to always try and make new friends when they head somewhere new, it could be the beginning of something life changing.

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