My Imaginary Love
 

I remember the days where we used to laugh, where we used to play, when we used to talk, when you were still here with me.

My fond memories of our times together fade in my mind day by day, like fog in a city street, until sometimes I question whether they were just dreams.

Nobody believed that you were real, to this day I still believe that you are so, and even though I can't see you anymore, I know that somewhere out there you're still real, that you're missing me like I'm missing you, and that you still love me.



{Story is for a competition...


The challenge was to write a story in three different sentences & that each sentence must be no longer than 59 words.}

I like it.

Three sentences? That's a pretty steep challenge. I, myself, tend to be rather wordy. It would kill me. You pulled it off quite well. ^^

Hope the competition goes well.