I was in the seventh grade when I first met him. I was walking down the shopping district when I passed by him. He was smiling, so I approached him. I greeted him, but he didn't say anything. He just smiled at me, and I became happy and contented. It felt like a dream.
When I was in the ninth grade, my classmates started to bully me. One time, I was in the cafeteria and buying some snacks. Sachi, the cheerleader, grabbed my hair and made a commotion. She said I was a flirt, which I didn't know how she concluded. I had no idea. I went home looking like a pathetic loser because my clothes were stained and my hair was a mess. I didn't bother telling my mom about what happened, and I just went straight to my room. There, I saw him. I greeted him, but he didn't say anything. He just smiled at me, and I became happy and contented. It felt like a dream.
I was finally getting used to my classmates when they resorted to another act. When we were in the tenth grade, they locked me into the girl's comfort room. I wasn't that scared because I know that someone will eventually find me. I was right about it, but it took almost four hours. I went home very late, and I just said to my mom that we had a practice. On the same spot, I saw him. I greeted him, but he didn't say anything. He just smiled at me, and I became happy and contented. It felt like a dream.
Our senior year, the twelfth grade, finally came. I went to the prom alone because nobody asked me to be their partner. My classmates made fun of me, but I didn't mind them. I didn't bother. I just went home earlier than all of them and there, I saw him. I greeted him, but he didn't say anything. He just smiled at me, and I became happy and contented. It felt like a dream.
Today, I'm graduating from college. I'm filled with joy and happiness. I don't know how I managed to survive my dramatic life; then I remembered someone. I remembered him. When we went home, I hurriedly went to my room which I have not seen for a long time. There, I saw him. I talked to him. I said every detail he missed when I was away. Then, I gave him a peck on his lips and it tasted the same.
Just like before, he did not say anything. He just smiled at me, and I became happy and contented. And yes, he really was a dream of mine.
