a note to abigail--

In the midst of all this, senior lockers and driving classes, spontaneous speeches and parking spots, applications and essays and rainy days and anxious letters--I find that through it, all I can think about is you.

I think about your excited laugh, and how I used to be able to summon it quite frequently.  I think about my first day of school freshman year, and how you sat with me and ate on the catwalk just 'cause I felt like it, and we threw chicken at the science class below and commanded them that they dance.  I think about our wide array of inside jokes, and our various matching outfits we'd wear the same day just to screw with people's heads, and that day we darted around Mihama with so much inexplicable joy we could only release it by running even harder, though our lungs were on fire.  We rested at that fried rice place and I then decided you were worthy of hearing Coree: the real story.  You sat there and listened as I poured out the dark parts of me and through the years, you helped me to realize that that was merely a dark chapter of the real story.  I think about our legendary pillow fight, and when your family had to teach me how to eat ribs for the first time.  I think about doing the dishes and the spectacular playlist that went with that, and how your dog quickly became smitten with me after I started speaking Japanese to him... apparently another language of love.  Suwate.... ;}
I hate that we don't talk very often.  I hate that I have no idea how your life is going, and I hate that skype Tuesdays stopped, and I hate that it's possible you don't even realize how often I think about you.  I would love to gush on and on about how every fiber of my being is consumed with thoughts of your well-being, but perhaps I'll just leave that vague.
I hate that you moved.  I hate that we didn't get to be best friends.  I hate looking at the gorgeous black and white pictures of you in my wall collage and thinking that's over... she's on to newer and bigger adventures.
Don't forget me, okay?
I'm here, on this little island, dreaming of being with you.

baby come back

We still cool?

Sorry I've not been posting here.  My B.....
I've redone the template and I've got plenty of new pictures and new thoughts
so maybe I'll give this another go.

There Is No Spoon

Father: Have you two skyped this morning?
Me: No.
Father: So... you skyped last night?
Me: Nope.
Father: Is there a reason why?
Me: .... no.

He's looking at me like his entire existence has been a lie or something.  My father can't comprehend this.  Funny he picked up on it, hah.