It was all just like a dream. A dream of a teenager. A dream that felt beyond fantasy. Him and I. We weren't just classmates or friends. We had a unique relationship which was hard to explain.

He smiles, when I smile. He's sad, when I'm sad. He cries, when I cry but.....Even when he follows my every emotions.....I still felt his warmth.
He holds my hand, interlinking them and caressing it softly which tell me that everything is gonna be okay and he was there for me. Right here. Right beside me.
I knew I was getting obsessed by this. by...