A couple years ago, you were writing about your dream girl in a textbook. Her name was Ramona, she was kind, caring, sweet, friendly, shy, but beautiful. Everything about her was perfect. One day, you decide to look back on the drawing of her. You open it to see her moving.

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Is that you?

I've missed you so much, ever since you drawn me I wanted to be with you. And even if I'm just an image on some paper, I love you.