I'm telling you, because I just need to tell someone. I'm telling you, because I just need to let out my feelings and express it out like how a normal human being would deal with emotions. I am telling you, not because I want to tell you about my love life and all that. Not because I want to boast or anything. I'm just telling you.

It's a short story, it begins in a car.

A few days ago, this girl and I, we were in the backseat of the car and we just talked a little. We were shy. We kept trying to hold hands but. We were shy. I knew it was impossible and too good to be true if we actually did, because I knew she didn't like me. She didn't. At all. And when the drive was coming to an end, she had to get out of the car. She got out the door to a bright sunny day and I reached my hand toward her and she looked back in. She hesitated for a split-second. And then she held my hand affirmatively, through all my fingers. She gave me a hazy frown, and said "don't let go". She was pulled away from the car, and I was pulled by her strong grip of her fingers on my palm. In turn, I held her palm tightly, tugged forward toward theopened door, and she kept saying, now with a sharper frown and a slightly deeper fear, "don't let go! don't let go!", and with my sweaty fingers, she slipped right through my palms, and disappeared into the bright daylight. I lunged forward to the door and peeked out into the open to find her. But with my eyes accustomed to the dimness in the car, The daylight was blinding and I could only practically see whiteness, glaring into my retinas - the pain was so quick and intense, I had to shut my eyes and throw my head back into the car to regain my sight. There was no time, she was being pulled away. I couldn't stand it. I gathered my entire energy into numbing the pain through my eyes, as I squinted back out into the open. I could make out the shapes of trees, building windows, the floor... And someone standing in front of me. She covered the glaring sun from my eyes, forming a large silhouette above me, as I was still crouched half-in the car. As my pupils expanded, I could make out her facial features. I thought, no. It couldn't be. I was almost relieved completely. I could see her lips trying to say something, and then I heard her say "Jon, it's time for breakfast. Come downstairs when you're ready. Your dad and I want to go to Old Town."

I woke up from what seemed to be the best dream ever which turned into the worst nightmare. I teared a little, and I didn't know what to do. I hadn't had that kinda feeling in like an entire year and a half. And now, I'm so lost. And I feel so low. It was so real, and it made me feel like she and I really had something. But now. It's practically nothing. It IS BASICALLY nothing. And I feel so low. She slipped through my fingers.

I take dreams so seriously, I infatuate so dreadfully, knowing that it's out of this world to be possible. I make myself feel the way people feel in a lovely relationship, when I'm just looking across the room toward someone I haven't even spoken to before.

I just think...

She broke me.

Or rather, I broke myself.