Ever scince that night i have had dreams. About me and Jack. A diffrent world. A world full of what if's.

What if Jack wouldnt have died?

What if the Titanic wouldnt have sunk?

What if I had died?

What if?

What if?

What if?

I'm tired off all those dreams that never will exist.

I'm tired of thinking that we could have been. We would have been torn apart by our families.

I I I ..... don't know what to say. I miss him terribly.

I know we should have been. Sometimes I wish I was dead.

I know soon I will be. In my dreams I am walking on the titanic up the stairs and to Jack. I am still young and so is he. Everyone is alive. Safe and ok.

But that is just a dream.

Just a dream, but a good dream none the less.

Sometimes they are so good I never want to wake up.

I want to stay there safe forever.

But that is a made up world.

A world with Jack.

A world that was never ment to be.