You had never been so angry at your life before. You think about at all of the times when your mother had watched Shrek with you, and you realized how she would always look at him. With love, and passion. This thought disgusted you. After running for about a mile, you set your backpack down on the side of the road and dig through it to find the Shrek keychain your mother had bought for you long ago at an old antique shop. It had no value to you anymore, but the fact that it had Shrek's face on it made it too hard to get rid of. Every time you looked at it, you became more motivated, and you remembered your reasoning for trying so hard. You take a quick gulp of water and get back up and begin walking. You know where he lives, you had memorized his exact location in case you ever needed to go there.
You traveled for a few more hours until you finally reached the woods in which his incredible swamp was. You wondered if he would invite you in, or tell you leave him alone and get out. This made you nervous, because you couldn't handle the thought of never getting to be with him. You loved him too much.
After going through these woods for about another hour, you realize how wet the ground it becoming. Butterflies fly around in your stomach and you look up to see what you had always wanted to see. Shrek. You quickly fixed yourself up as you watch him through the small, cracked window on his porch, taking a steamy shower. The water was brown and dirty, but none of that mattered at this point. All you could see were the luscious patches of hair that he had, on his back, neck, and face. You had dreamed of this moment your entire life. After watching him for a little bit, he got out and began getting dressed. You knew that this was your opportunity.
You obtained a strange and random feeling of confidence and boldness, and you fun up his door and bang on it, just as you had in your dream. You get nervous that he might be annoyed by you, but your excitement took control of you every time your fist hit the door. You hear big footsteps coming closer to the door, and the whole cottage is creaking and shaking. The door knob begins to turn.
