Do you remember me? The young girl who thought that she was in love with you. Do you remember our game? We were the main heroes of the play that we had created ourselves. Years ago it was a reality for you, while i was just playing my role. A role that was fake and unreal, a role that was just a result of my childish imagination. I almost turned the play into reality and it seemed scary, cause it was not me. I felt like i was on a stage wearing a mask of someone else. It took me very long to finally understand that the author of the script of that play was you, while i was just a doll in that game. I don't know what was holding me but something didn't let me leave the play even after knowing my real role. We both wanted to go, but we both couldn't leave, couldn't find strength to escape or even just to run away from each other, run away from ourselves. We were the prisoners of our own play, of the drama that we had written ourselves. Now it's just a memory, that game is nothing more but past. And sometimes I just wonder if you still remember me.