Sometimes I lay awake at night and place myself in a fantasy. Wholly unrealistic, because it's fiction provides me a sense of security. I am 14 again. And let's say, I have this friend -girls name- And 14 year old me knows -girls name- relatively well, friends and all. Let's say I ask her out. We start as friends. We go to the mall. We go to the food court. We talk as 14 year olds do. Let's say I don't screw it up. I present myself the best way a prepubescent boy can. I am polite, I am calm. I am witty, I am neat. I chew my food with the grace of a napkin-dapping moustacchioed gent. Let's say she likes me, and I like her. Let's say this lasts for a long time. Long enough for trust to grow. Let's say nothing awful happens for the next few years. We grow up together, we grow, together. Let's say we are on a swing large enough for two. And the sun lights up our smiling faces. And everything is perfect and great and wonderful. ...