"Knock, Knock.. Will you let me into your heart?"

Prologue

As he went out his white car, he immediately looked at me and I never felt this happy in my life. Weird, but it's true. Just the way he looked at me made me felt that I'm so special like I'm the only girl in the world. As he came near where I'm standing, my heart felt like bursting already because of its rapid beating. I never felt this myriad of emotions before in my life.

What is the meaning of this? I used to be in control, but not anymore. His gaze was just enough to make me weak in the knees and I hate that. I told myself to ignore him but it seemed that my body have a mind of its own which made me to stare back at his eyes.

One step at a time, his eyes never left mine and even though how much I wanted to look away, I just can't. It seemed that my eyes were glued to his beautiful brown eyes. I've been through a lot of staring contests in the past, but this one's different. I felt little butterflies fluttering around my stomach as he was now standing right in front of me.

I felt giddy and shy at the same time as he touched my face so that he could look me in my eyes. He continued staring at me with his tantalizing eyes like he knew my deepest and darkest secrets that only my diary knows. Then he came near me and his embraces just felt right and comfortable. I shivered as he ran his hand across my arm. As he reached the destination of where my right hand was, he gently kissed it and I shuddered with the peculiar feeling. A kiss full of mystery from a complete stranger...

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Aaaah!! I couldn't take it anymore! It seemed that it kept replaying in my mind like a broken record. I could still remember all the details of what happened like it was just yesterday. The thing was, it was only just a dream and after all the days that passed before me, I can still remember it..All of it..

I never thought that a dream could affect and bother a person this much. Dreams were meant to be mental images and emotions occurring during sleep. Well, that's what my psychology teacher told our class. If my subconscious mind produced  that dream, then why did I not recognize him?

Who was this stranger that up to now was still a mystery left unsolved? Why was he in my dream that night? Why did his touches affected me deeply though he's just a stranger whom I never met before? This might sound stupid and definitely impossible, but I wanted to find him. I really do.

Even if my only clues were his face and his white car...Even if my friends told me that I'm crazy enough to find him among the whole male population...Even if it's highly possible that he was just a guy from my dream and never existed in reality... I would still find him.. No matter what the consequences were..

I am Jillian Eileen Godfrey and come with me in my journey to find a guy that I've only met in my dreams.