I could see her. I really could. Her eyes shined with wonder and affection, yet deep withen her gaze I saw chaos as well. Her hair fell in dark loose waves that almost seemed to float around her.

I fell for her the way you fall from the grasp of a wonderfull dream. All at once.

I swear she was real. I thought of her every day, my memory of our conversations always strongest in the morning.

She haunted me, like a nightmare.

She was everything to me.

And yet she was always gone by daybreak.

Who was this mystery girl?

I’ll never know.