Dear Catie,

I was shopping at the mall one day and I thought I saw you. It’s kind of wierd, I guess, seeing you after so long. I had to stop. I stared for awhile, but I couldn’t get up the courage to talk to you. Because I knew it wasn’t you. But I just hoped it was. I couldn’t see your face too well, but you looked exactly the same. Your hair and your height and your clothes. All exactly the same. You were dressed in that purple shirt you loved and that good old pair of tattered jeans with the paint splotches. The jeans your Mom gave to me. The jeans I was wearing at that moment in time. My heart really just stopped when I saw you. I wanted to smile and jump for joy. And all those bad feelings went away, but only for a moment. Because I remembered that you were dead. And when I looked closer at you, I realized that it wasn’t you. It was just some girl who looked a little like you. There were no splotches of paint on her jeans, and her hair was the wrong color. And she was taller than you were. And there was really only a little bit of resemblance between you two. I really miss you, Catie. I wanted to let you know about the time I thought I saw you again.

Love,
Ally