In this world of dreams,
Anything can happen.
In this world of fantasies,
We can build a home together
For everyone that truly believes.
This image will break
Only when one deceives
The true dreamers, the real hearts.
No matter how far apart we may be,
We're close in this world of dreams—
You and me.

Jimenna and I from eighth grade, nearly two years ago. I'm the one at the top of the picture; Jim is on the bottom. I thought more focus would go to her that way.
*sigh* ...This past Sunday... I missed Jim so much. She and I... Well, as far as I know, we're not talking right now—maybe not anymore, unless fate changes its mind about us—but damn, I still do miss her and care about her terribly. She was—and still technically is—my best friend. Not a day goes by that I don't think about her.
Unfortunately... most of my thoughts about her... are the memories she helped me to create in the course of a little over a year with her.
Jim was a sensational person to practically anyone and everyone she met. She's made a huge impression on me... She taught me to live freely, even if she didn't actually say the words, and she helped me accept who I am.
Why do you people think I started saying, "Be yourself"?
Well, anyway... I'm dedicating this to her, even if I can't contact her and let her know. I don't know if she still checks my deviantART profile/gallery or not, but... hopefully soon she'll see this and know I still care about her, and I miss her every day despite what's happened.
What happened? That's confidential.

So anyway, this is she and I from eighth grade, when my hair wasn't layered and it was ridiculously wavy and long, and when I would always wear that blue shirt/jacket thing every day.

I don't know how to explain all of this picture, really. I just looked into my heart as far as I could go and let my pencil spill out emotions onto the paper. Quite honestly, I like what I found. I'll do the best I can, though.

The hearts on the string we're holding... They're ours. I think the string is a resemblance of trust... Need I say more about that?
That kitty keychain is my guess of the emblem for the name of our group (the one Jimenna and Hannah spontaneously came up with one day in eighth grade, and I think Kathy helped, but I don't know), called Kitty Communism.
The markings on Jim's and my foreheads... Wow, that is a long story. On my head is the gem of fire, while Jim's is the gem of water. I sort of read off the personality quiz results she and I got, and it turns out I'm orange/fire and she's blue/water. It really does suit us, actually. Basically, the black markings (like the X under the gem of my forehead, and the heart-shaped symbol under the gem on hers) are seals, holding in the "celestial/demon forms" that correspond with our elements. Fire—mostly distrusting (a.k.a. doesn't immediately jump to opening up to people shortly after meeting them) and temperamental, but overall friendly and protective—basically hosts into my body/mind, while water—sweet, caring, sometimes quiet, but all the same playful and caring—hosts into Jim's body/mind. It's a very long story, and that's all I'm going to say here to sum it up. It was basically an idea that I never got to working on.

That's about all I've been able to decipher out of this picture. Most of it is probably just so it doesn't look blank or boring, but something tells me that another something in me was trying to tell me something by making me draw from the heart. So I'm trying to see if that's really true at the moment.
If you've got any ideas, let 'em rip. I'd love to hear them.

Miss you, Jim, though I have no regrets.


Done in colored pencils (Prismacolor and Crayola), Crayola markers, cartooning pen, pencil, and black ballpoint pen. Extras added with MSPaint.

Art © ~ReiBogatu