okinhereyes.Theenvelopecouldtaineverysecretsheseverhad.

    Itakeafewmorestridesandturn:Sheslostinthecrowd.

    Now,ofcourse,IklywhatIshouldhavesaidtoher.Itwouldhavebeenalongspeech,though,fartoolongformetohavedelivereditproperly.TheideasIeupwithareneververypractical.

    Oh,well.Itwouldhavestarted"Onceuponatime"andended"Asadstory,dontyouthink?"

    Onceuponatime,therelivedaboyandagirl.Theboywaseighteenandthegirlsixteen.Hewasnotunusuallyhandsome,andshewasnotespeciallybeautiful.Theywerejustanordinarylonelyboyandanordinarylonelygirl,likealltheothers.Buttheybelievedwiththeirwholeheartsthatsomewhereintheworldtherelivedthe100%perfectboyandthe100%perfectgirlforthem.Yes,theybelievedinamiracle.Andthatmiracleactuallyhappened.

    Ohetoneachotherontheerofastreet.

    "Thisisamazing,"hesaid."Ivebeenlookingforyouallmylife.Youmaynotbelievethis,butyourethe100%perfectgirlforme."

    "Andyou,"shesaidtohim,"arethe100%perfectboyforme,exactlyasIdpicturedyouineverydetail.Itslikeadream."

    Theysatonaparkbench,heldhands,andtoldeachothertheirstorieshourafterhour.Theywerenotlonelyanymore.Theyhadfoundandbeenfoundbytheir100%perfectother.Whatawonderfulthingitistofindandbefoundbyyour100%perfectother.Itsamiracle,aicmiracle.

    Astheysatandtalked,however,atiny,tinysliverofdoubttookrootintheirhearts:Wasitreallyallrightforonesdreamstoetruesoeasily?

    Andso,whentherecameamomentarylullintheirversation,theboysaidtothe