He was the sweetest guy I've ever known. He was thoughtful, cheerful, understanding, sweet and kind - most of all he was a gentleman. I have adored him since long ago that I couldn't even remember when I fell for him.

I just woke up one day from a nice dream, a fantasy of him and me together in a faraway land. I loved him already. I don't know how and why. It just happened.

I thought that one day we would end up together. That he must be meant for me. That maybe, just maybe, I was the Ariel of whom he would be willing to die for. I enveloped my heart with a fantasy that I thought would come true at the right time and at the right place.

And then I turned nineteen.