She was the one. For the first time, I felt REAL butterflies..... not just the ones that you feel when its "new" and "exciting", these were ones like I've never felt before. She had my type of sense of humor, my type of personality, my type. Everyone supposedly has a "type". That girl was the entire package of the girl who is always in my dreams but never had a name. She was that girl. And without warning, she disappeared. I felt comfortable around her, talking with her, joking with her, cuddling with her. Her noises were wonderful, her body was perfect, she was the closest I've ever had to my personal perfection. Now only a memory. Why wont she talk to me? Is she really going through a tough time? Why wont she let me help? Is it really what she says? I mean, it is a believable story. Or am I just another "it's not you, its me" victim? She got me to open up, let my guard down, and actually believe that there was still a chance at a happy ending to my story. As another day of silence goes by, my heart breaks as another page burns.
I hope, through some way or another, you know what you do to me, and how much you mean to me. At least, I know now what to call that girl whom will, no doubt, be visiting me in my dreams again. I'll never forget the short reality we had.
