“Someday” I once thought to myself, “Someday I’ll fall in love with a pretty girl with long blonde hair and ice blue eyes. She’ll have a charming laugh and a cute little nose. I hope she will stay by my side. She’ll be smart too and full of dreams for everything we can be.” That would be the perfect life. Yet as time went by I realized I wouldn’t be satisfied. Nothing would be missing, sure. I would have everything everyone told me I should have. The cookie-cutter house with sweet neighbors on our quiet street. I could have smiled and felt fine knowing everything was in line. I would live out my years pushing back the dreams, the nightmares, of what life should have been… What life should be… I would have been buried beneath well trimmed grass, on my own private plot in the cemetery. Six feet in the ground, a mannequin man. I wouldn’t have been real, maybe I’m not even now. The only time I am is when I dream of that girl I once knew. She wasn’t perfect, but she challenged everything I was told to be true. When I asked her questions her answers were always “yes and no” or “let’s just play tic-tac-toe”. She was fickle that way. She wore crowns of flowers, and laid upon blankets of dirt and leaves. She was everything to me. Perhaps now, she only exists in those dreams.