It wasn't just about her. It was about who she was to me. A fantasy of the perfect girl, which I had created in my imagination. Someone that I had never actually met or even seen before, but the image was so clear to me in my mind.
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Time continued to show that fantasy is far from reality. The hope of meeting this girl began to fade, as she may have never even existed. She was just another fantasy that you can't expect to happen.
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Then one day, there she was. The girl from my dreams. This girl was standing right in front of me. Talking to me. She was the same girl that I dreamed about, and I knew it as soon as I saw her. After all this time, I couldn't let this moment pass. I had to turn this into something.
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And then she was gone. Not just the girl that was talking to me. But the girl from my dreams too. The fantasy was lost. And all that remains, is nothing.
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There was so much more to the story. There should have been.
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