(ONE SHOT) Dear Juliet:

I once saw a girl in my dream. She was standing on the pavement, waiting for someone to come. Her skin was pale; her lips... were also pale. Her eyes kept on searching for someone –something that I can't define. There were tears in her eyes and she was panicking to run away but she can't. Her heart tells her to stay but her mind.... tells her to walk away and leave everything, the promises that

she betrothed with a man.

She's beautiful like a rose that blooms in spring. But her heart is shattered, frightened to find the truth. Her mind tells her that the man she's waiting for forever here, on the dusty old pavement has now left her. But the soul within her tells her that she can't just throw away her promise and leave that man that she loves behind. Even though for a fact, that the man she's waiting for left her... alone.

I am now standing on pavement where I saw her in my dreams. The sun is about to set and a lot of people are hurrying up to go home. Every day, I go here to check if she'll come back. Cause, I believe that she's real.

While I was seeing her in my dreams, I know for exactly that I can feel her breathing thus, I can also hear her soft voice asking for god to help her.

She was like a little angel that's lost in the real world of demons.

I decided to go to the bench beside the tree to wait for the sunset. I brought a book with me today that is entitled, "Looking for Alaska by John Green." I have read this book before and I decided to read it again. There are so many questions that's left unanswered in this book. Like the girl in my dream. I didn't even know her name.

I didn't know why I saw her. Is there something god wants me to do? Does he wants me to find this girl and fix her broken heart? It's so.... weird. Why would I see a girl in my dream that I haven't met in person?

You know what?

Maybe I'm the one who has the problem. Maybe, my dream didn't happen in real life. Maybe it's just part of my imaginations. But still...

I closed my eyes and bowed my head while walking towards the bench.

I am going crazy, damn it.

I opened my eyes and... saw a girl. She's blond and her face... her features.. everything... is like the girl that I saw in my dream. I closed my eyes again then opened it but then.. bam. It's still there. She's still there. She's reading a pocketbook and she's smiling. God. This is the first time that I met a girl that looks exactly from my dream and she's so beautiful.

I sat beside her and avoided her gaze. I don't want her to think I'm a crazy man or anything but, I am crazy anyway.

How the hell did this happen?

Dear God, are you making me sane?

I coughed thrice, bad move.  Then she looked at me with her blue eyes staring at me innocently. I flushed a smile at her but then she decided to close her book and turned her gaze away from. This is extremely awkward. But what will I do? She's beautiful and I'm awkward.

Imagine this: Being in my position right now.

To avoid everything 'awkward' that's happening. I opened my book and started reading the book. But I can't concentrate. I just can't help it but to look at her and then still look at her for hours.

Scratch that.

Forever.

"Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia. (...) You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you'll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present." I read the sentences slowly in my mind. John Green is right. He's the master piece of telling something that you can't express rightly.

But dang it. I still can't focus. I closed the book then wandered my eyes. Suddenly, a tiny white handkerchief caught my eye. It has little letters on it and I decided to go over to the place where I saw it. I bent over and saw.... a letter on the handkerchief.

It says there,

Dear Juliet:

I'm sorry if I can't go to the place where I said we will meet. I have to go early and have to trust my bestfriend, Frank to hand this to you. I wanted to tell you that I love you so much and I hope you still wait for me  to the place where we first met. I will go back to you and promise you a better future. I know I'm the biggest jerk ever but I'm sorry. I love you, honey. I love you so much it hurts.

From your dearest lover, Will.

August 18, 2000

I read the letter silently on my head again and then again and then again and again and again and again.

This. Guy. Is. A. Jerk.

 Even though I didn't know what happened between them and Juliet I still think that Juliet deserves a better explanation than this. Sorry my ass. But Juliet or any other kind of girl in the world doesn't deserve this kind of guy.

I walked over the bench and saw that beautiful girl is crying. She's trying to hide her face from me but I can still see her tears and can still hear her sniffs.

I hand her over the handkerchief but she refused it. I asked her why and she told me she just don't to and she's so embarrassing. I flushed her smile then told her,

"You know, I saw you in my dreams before." She looked at me shocked and then suddenly laughed a little.  "Don't joke like that around me."

"I'm not kidding. I'm telling you the truth."

This time, I handed her over the handkerchief and she accepted it. But she didn't used it to wipe her tears. She opened the handkerchief and read the writings.

Her body turned pale and her lips.... turned pale. Exactly as how I saw her in my dreams. The tears in her eyes started flowing rapidly and she asked where I got it. I pointed over the pavement.

"I've been looking for this forever." My smile fades. Is this really happening?

"What?"

"I'm Juliet."

A.N.: This is a one shot which I'm asking for your opinion if I should continue writing this in the future or what. But anyway, to those people who have read this... thank you. This is the first draft that I made (No editing process.... nada lol) and I really want to know your opinion if it's what. HAHA.

Anyway... I know it's short and short but soweee. This is the only scene that I could think of and It's in the processing-in-my-mind-type. :DD I still do hope  you like it.