Dreams of a Forgotten Past

I gazed into the mirror; looking into my own eyes. Something was wrong with this whole picture. I felt as if I was living someone else's life. I went through the everyday routines but it just didn't feel right. I had always blamed it on stupid teenage mood swings, but there was more to it then that. All of the nightmares. They had seemed so real; as if I had lived through them. The young man who told me he loved me. It was the only time I'd heard those three words and felt completely at ease. He had to be more than a figment of my imagination. No, I wasn't crazy. There was something going on and I was going to find out what.