The tale of two.

Remembering the last time,
Hoping for a next time.
She will sit and hold her breath, knowing it's not enough to make him hers.
Nothing was ever enough to make him hers.
All the dreams they had were just the thoughts of two crazy teenagers who thought they could conquer the world.
One of them always had faith that those dreams could come true if they tried.
The other one of them knew it would never happen, but went along with it anyway.
They both loved each other.
The kind of love that happens immediately.
The kind of love that people always wonder what it would be like to have.
The kind of love that once people find out what its like, don't ever want it again.
They were the kind of people no one understood.
They were the kind of people who liked to take risks in things.
They were the kind of people who held false hope, but made it seem so real.
They were the kind of people who couldn't even believe what they were doing themselves.
They were...perfect.
Perfect for three months.
Perfect for each other.
Perfect for the good dreams at night.
They were so many things,
But what they are,
Is something tragic.
Something the movie writers would love.
Something no one likes to talk about.
Something that makes people cry.
Something...
That still haunts her at night.