I sat on the beach pulling the blanket closer around my arms as the ocean breeze from the Goon Docks blew gently against my arms. I couldn't stop thinking about how I had never had a real relationship. My friends all had found someone I was the third wheel every where now. I started dreaming up my dream guy. Then he walked up. I never knew dreams came true.

met·a·noi·a ˌmetəˈnoiə/ noun change in one's way of life resulting from sorrow or regret for having done wrong. I grew up being used. I had no family or home. I met someone who promised to take care of me for my appearance in return. I was given money and shelter and food. Only if I did what I was told. Finally I needed to figure out who I really was inside. I was never given a chance to fully see who I was so I wanted to figure it out. On my own. For the first time ever.

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