Sandrixa

"We can make it through most anything, if you can just believe." Every night for the past week, you've had the same dream. It's dark outside, and you're alone. You're standing in the middle of an empty street, you can barely breathe, and you don't recognize your surroundings. There's a boy staring at you from down the street. He's far enough so that you can't see his face or notice any distinguishable features. He's bathed in the glow of a streetlamp; if you walked forward about twenty or thirty feet, then you'd be face-to-face. Without knowing why, you begin to run towards him; for you'd suddenly felt an intense affection for him—eve