It's one of the hardest things to admit that you are wrong about something or especially someone. It's just that you were so certain that you were right, despite everyone that cares about you saying you were wrong. And if I could do it again, I'd still take the chance. Because I know I was right. I guess though here in real life, it was all just a fabrication of my mind, a dream if you will. It's just that I don't want it to fade away, but apparently we never had anything to do with the final result. After all, it apparently was decided before we ever met. At least, I could dream and always will.