They say your wish on a dandelion will only come true if you blow away all the seeds, and I never could. But I'm starting to think that maybe I was never meant to get my wish, or my happy ending, and I don't need it, I mean, my life is still a story and no matter what happens, someone has to tell it- even if there are no wishes or magic. So here I am, Matthew Way- and I will never get my dandelion wish, and I'm okay with that because I've realized that wishes come in more forms than stars and dandelions and numbers on a clock, wishes can also be people. Her name was Wyona Abner, and she was waterfalls and forests and black coffee, stories and campfires and oceans. I love her, I didn't know people could love this much but they do, and there is no one like her, I would know.
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Wyona Abner
RomanceShe's the girl of his dreams, she's his campfires and oceans, forests, mountains and flowers; his whole damn world. They were young and in love, a heart breaking and heart warming story.
