I meet a girl, she is a delightful brunette, who likes the same weird alternative bands and her smile is to die for. I begin to fantasize about being with her, creating all of these cliche imaginary walks on the beach, late night conversations, and even the little moments like when it’s been a long day and you just sit back listen to the silence, enjoying their simple presence. I know it’s silly but for just a moment, everything is okay. I know it’s not real, I know they’re not holding my hand, but I do know that for just a moment I experience that fantasy. For just a moment the pain isn’t there, the emptiness is forgotten and I actually feel happy. If only the imaginations became reality, but of corse I’m far from her first choice.