I fell out of my canoe and from under the water I saw my best friend standing barefoot above me on the canoe lake pier.

She reached her hand out to help haul me up, and she was trying hard not to laugh.

She wore a regular orange t-shirt and jeans. Her hair was tucked up in a New York Yankees cap and the little silver owl earrings that she always wore sparkled in the sun.

"You're such an idiot sometimes" she said smiling as I took her hand.

She helped me up and we both sat at the edge of the pier looking at the sun that was starting to set. I looked at her smiling.

She was utterly beautiful. Her golden blond curly that fell out of her hat seemed too glisten in the sun while her gray eyes sparkled.

Without thinking I grabbed her hand. She looked at me confused but didn't hit me or take her hand away so that was a good sign.

I gently took her hat off her head which caused the rest of her hair to fall perfectly down her back. She looked in my eyes and I could tell she was trying to figure out what I was doing.

I placed her hat to the side and placed a hand on her cheek. She smiled and touched my hand with both of hers closing her eyes.

When she opened them she took her hands off mine and grabbed my other one. That's when I whispered something I thought I'd ever say again.

I love you.

Then I kissed her. She kissed me back and while my hands went around her waist, her hands went around my neck. I could feel her smile and I smiled to.

That's when she pulled away quickly and before I could process why she did she threw me into the cold lake.

I woke up suddenly.

As my eyes adjusted to the light I saw my best friend Grover there. He had thrown cold water all over me to get me up.

Before I could say anything he gave that look that I've been seeing every morning for almost the past 5months.

" Was I doing it again" I asked already knowing the answer.

"Yup" he said sitting down at the edge of my bed.

I groan and put my arms over my face falling back down to the pillow.

"Perc it's getting worse" Grover says concerned.

"I know" I say.

"It was different this time you know".

"How" I asked?

"I was afraid you wouldn't even get up and then you kept muttering stuff about finally being in love".

I sighed deeply and my chest felt cold. "I think I am in love with her" I say quietly.

Grover looks at me sympathetically he was the only one that knew what I was going through.

Every time I go to sleep I dream of this wonderful amazing beautiful girl. And every night I fall more in love with her.

The only problem was that I had no idea who she was; I didn't even know her name. Yet it felt like I've known her my whole life. Grover says I mutter stuff in my sleep and that it's almost impossible to wake me up any more. Back then it used to be a simple yell or call of my name. Now it actually took throwing water on me to get me out of the dream.

"Grover" I say feeling my heart hurt just thinking about her "I need to find her".