One night I was dreaming of a girl that passed away in the early of the year. I woke up in my dream on a day that I wanted nothing to do with anyone. I was taken to the place that I shared the most memories with her and I was literally forced to go. When I got there it was full of chalk writing on everything in the area. I looked around at everything and I was the basis for everything. They were memories and things that she had written about me, but it was all about me. In the middle of everything she was there writting in chalk still. Her beautiful smile that she hated, and her eyes were sparkling the way they do when she was happy. I awoke that morning bawling my eyes out and i had school i think but i really didnt care, i was happy to see her again.
