Your point of view
Well. I guess I remember Dylan. Last time I took his hand, I came with him to astasia. It seemed that it was perfect. He was my best friend and I was his. But.... He loved me? WHY??? I'm not special, or perfect. I'm just a girl. But, whatever he saw in me then, he must still see. I can tell by that little glint in his. It seemed so familiar. I must have seen it since. Seen it once upon a dream.
