It was like a dream.

He was tall, dark, handsome, a few years older, a few years wiser. Captain of debate, captain of football.

It was like a dream.

He approached me in the quad, asked me to dinner and a show. I was a young nothing and he was gorgeous and perfect yet he took intrest in me.

It was like a dream.

We went to an excellent movie then to a fancy resturant. He held all the doors for me and paid for everything. He was such a gentleman.

It was like a dream.

He was polite enough to walk me to my door. He kissed my cheek lightly. I had to invite him in. He was such a nice guy.

It was like a dream.

He got me a glass of water, it tasted funny, I didn't care, he was complementing my taste in music. He was so sweet.

It was like a dream.

The room got fuzzy and my limbs numb and heavy. He lead me to my room so I could lie down. He was so caring.

It was like a nightmare.

I couldn't move. He was on top of me. I cried out "No!" and he slapped me. He was so scary.

It was like a black out.

I woke up alone. My head hurt, my legs hurt, there was blood. He was no where to be seen.

It was like a dream.

I returned to class. He was there as if nothing happened, talking to another girl. She was letting him woo her. I had let him woo me. I had been naive. No more.