Hey Jazzy,
How long had it been since anyone called you Jazzy? How about Loodle? I take that name and hold it very dear, because I know it's something only you and I ever shared. Same with our arguements over who Inuyasha would end up with; Kikyo or Kagome. I still have accounts on websites with Inome. I remember the night we came up with those.
It's been a year today since the crash. I don't go too many days without thinking of you. I know we grew apart after JMAC, I was never much of a partier and you loved it. But I wish I could have had one party with you.
I dream of you, you know. We meet up back at Beaverly, with everyone else, or I run into you at a store. It's so nice to see you, even if I know it's a dream, and I'll wake up in tears. Just to have a few more minutes, one more conversation.
I like to think it's really you. Remember all those times at my house, "feeling" ghosts, making ouiji boards. I like to think maybe I have some clairvoyance, and it's really you checking up on me. I hope you check on others too. Your sisters, and Bean. Your mom too. I hope they have the chance to see your face again the way I get to.
One year. Jazzy, it feels like such a short time ago we were talking at school about Pokemon. Wearing sandals in winter, singing. Playing Bloody Mary at sleepovers at your place and freaking out. Do you remember when we learned how to twirl sticks? It took you so long to figure it out left handed.
That birthday, when your mom shoved cake in my face. Even doing dishes at your house. What about that time we swam across the river, and you cut your foot and I was jumped on/attacked by dogs.
I remember sitting on the trampoline with that jewelry box full of perfume, nail polish, coloured water. We'd make potions, foul smelling things, but we didn't care because it was all too much fun.
I miss those days, Jazz.
Love Chitchi