a story about a girl and a boy

Let's make one gloomy day. Now, I will tell you a story about someone. 

Someone who's willingly waiting for someone. Well, that person probably does not even exist. Or, does he? But, this poor girl never knows the truth. She keeps waiting without knowing the real existence of this person.

Maybe you won't believe me if I say this girl believes in her dreams too much. She believes in fairy tales, she believes a happy ending, and she believes in every magical things in fairy tales. She wishes they were real.

She believes in one boy.

A really beautiful, sweet, flawless boy. She met him in her dreams. Her magical dreams. That boy was really perfect. He made the girl felt like a princess. He made the girl felt like she was wanted. He made the girl felt unbelievably happy. He made the girl fell in love with him.

No. She's so in love with the boy. Until now.

She is waiting. She waits patiently. Every night, everyday, she prays. She wants to meet him. She tries to remember the boy. I mean, entirely. But, she just can not.

It is just not easy.

No matter how hard the girl is searching, she finds nothing. She can't remember his face yet she can remember his smile. His touches. His voice. His hug. His love. Everything except his charming face.

She always asks herself, "Is he real?". But, she doesn't know. Everything seemed totally real. Like, they weren't just dreams. And again, she doesn't know yet she waits. She is a faithful girl.

But, who is she waiting for?

However, like I've told you. She believes in her dreams, so yes, she believes those dreams. She believes in fairy tales, so yes, she believes that her life is a fairy tale. She believes a happy ending, so yes; she believes that she will get a happy ending. She believes in magical things in fairy tales, so yes, she believes the boy will come.

Again and again, she feels that it's real.

She feels awfully stupid anyway. But, she doesn't really care about it. She only wants him. She wants to meet him. She wants to hold him. She wants to pinch his cheeks like he did to her in her dreams. She wants him to kiss his forehead like he did before. She wants him to be real.

She misses his love.

Now, every night, before going to sleep, she prays. She asks God to give her a dream about him. She doesn't care that maybe he only holds her hand or only looks at her eyes lovingly, she just needs a little him. Every night. Everyday.

That's it.

So, she keeps waiting and waiting. Because she knows. The boy is real. The boy is living under the same sky with her. The boy loves her as much as she does.

And yeah, she keeps searching.