I don't know why I thought of writing this, but I feel that if I don't, I'll regret it for the rest of my life. I'm not writing for anyone else. I'm writing only for myself. It's something I imagined countless times in my heart, but it could never become part of my real life. She was the perfect girl in my imagination: beautiful and happy. But as I grew up, setbacks and hardships pushed me to mature, and she grew up too. Now I'm in high school, and it's time to let go of this unrealistic fantasy of mine, once and for all, and lay to rest the last fantasy I had on my journey to adulthood.
/Then write quickly