Cassi was infectious. She had a personality like no one I had ever met, and somehow, somewhere along the way I became addicted to her.
She had this idealist view of the world that at first I couldn’t understand, but eventually I grew to admire and love. I still remember the first time she saw me throw litter out of the car window while I was driving along. She started screaming, and I automatically slammed on the car brakes assuming something was terribly wrong. Up until that point I had never seen her angry, but it was almost like I had physically assaulted her the way she was shouting at me. Looking back, in her world, I had. When she stopped shouting she had tears in her eyes and I thought she might cry. I knew I’d never drop litter again.
After that, I started to see the world differently too. But as I became a better person, I think ‘my world’ had the opposite effect on Cassi.