She woke him up gently, telling him they were on their destination. He said, "I had a dream about us. We were getting married."
"Oh, sorry," she apologized. "That must've been a really good dream."
"It's okay." He looked at her with tender eyes. "My reality is better than whatever dream my imagination can make."
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Tales of a Girl
Short StoryAt night, she pulls her blanket to herself, takes her pen, and remembers every detail in her life. She had a lot to write about her regrets of the past, her doubts of the present, and her worries for her future. She did not want to think, but she st...
