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"Oh. My. Gosh. What's up with you and ******? I saw you guys on saturday and you were soooo cute. How he kept going everywhere you did. And all those pictures you took? He definitely wanted to keep those for longer. It was a wedding and all his family was there, so you know he wanted them to see you, don't you? Awwe and when he asked you to dance, he was so into it! Oh, what am I saying, he was into you ! The way he spun you there on the dancefloor, I was melting, weren't you? I almost died when I heard him say you'll get anything you want from him. And the way he looked at you..." "Oh shut up", I tell my heart. "You and I both know that it's nothing. It never has been, never will be." But it didn't stop and it probably wouldn't for a while, anyway.

Oh, my happy place. Once upon a time, not too long ago, there was a young girl, merely 15 years old. She lived on the countryside of a long-forgotten land with her mother, her father and her sister. She had a life, which no one could complain about. She had friends, she had a family and she even did good in school. Yet she felt like that was not enough. There had to be more .   The days went on and on, never seeming to change their faces. One morning she woke up, sat up in her bed and a thought dropped into her head. There must be more. That day she sent out a letter to an address she’d never heard of, eager to know who lived there and who she would get an answer from. Some weeks later she finally held it in her hand, the answer to where the more she needed lay. She packed the few things she had into a bag and threw it over her shoulder, briefly kissed her mother and father goodbye and hugged her sister, wishing her well for the future. She left the house. It was that m...