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Chapter 4 I Knew It Was Not Over

I didn't want him to leave. I didn't want that night to end. I was sure I would not see him again anytime soon.

Fall semester has started a few days ago and the weekend is over. Now it's time to go back to real life. It was my last semester. I spent it all thinking about that night and about that magical moment when he told me he loves me and followed that by a magical kiss.

I didn't expect him to call me or ask to see me again. We didn't even take each other's phone numbers. Last night was a dream in all possible ways. Nothing of what happened could be real. It was a dream too good to be true.

All my friends were asking me and wondering why I was so elated. I was constantly smiling and couldn't stop. I didn't say a word about what happened because I was too happy to talk about it. I just wanted to imagine it and enjoy the feeling. At the end of that day, and as I was leaving campus, a handsome looking person was standing by the gate talking to Marc, my best friend.

At first, I doubted that it was him, the person from last night. I thought I was just imagining because I wanted to see him again, but then, and as he turned his face, it turned out to be him for real. He saw me so he smiled. This was my hero standing just a few steps away from me.

Jane hurried over and, leaning on my shoulders, she said, "Oh my god, who is that sexy guy talking to Marc over there? Do you know him? I wonder if he has a girlfriend. I would totally marry him..."

I knew Jane was making a joke. She was totally crushing over Marc. She's been crushing over him since like forever. She could in no way fall for someone other than Marc after all these years. She just tried to deny it for as long as she possibly can.

So, Marc, Jane, and I have been best friends since like forever. I can even still remember our first day in kindergarten. Our lives were one. We've been together through every second of every bad or good moment in each other's' lives. We share our lives like we share our food.

Thinking about her words, I said, "I do."

"What?"

"I do. I know him. This is the prince from last night"

Being raised reading fairytales Jane and I became obsessed with idea of finding our prince charming. It took us a very long time to realize he does not exist. Whenever we talked about it, we laughed and thought of how impossible it is to have that in real life. Jane knew what I was talking about.

"You're kidding. No way. Seriously! Wow..."

"Yeah... right!"

"What are you waiting for then? Go talk to him."

"What? Of course not."

"Why?"

"What if he doesn't remember me?"

"Honey... no guy chats with a girl he doesn't know, tells her he loves her on their first night, drives her home, kisses her, calls her a "star" and doesn't remember her the next day... unless..."

"Unless what?" I asked surprisingly.

"...unless he has Alzheimer. Go. Go talk to him," she said as she slightly pushed me forward.

I never really imagined I could be that lucky, given my previous experience with such things. I thought that last night was an "once-in-a-lifetime" and that that kiss will be just a memory with a charming prince I met for one night and then he disappeared. I never imagined I would see him again.