There once was a girl consumed with daydreams. She would sit under her big Oak tree and daydream all day long. Her entire life seemed to be one big daydream. Her friends were busy but her life was not. She had all the time in the world, but everyone else was so busy, they could not share in her musing. She could sit for hours and think, or almost dwell in her loneliness.
One morning while sitting under her Oak tree a boy came up and asked if he could build a tree house in her oversized Oak tree. The girl thought and thought about this. Finally she stood up, properly introducing herself. Then asked why he would want to build in her tree, for there was already one tree house built there, although it was run down and no one used it anymore. Due to this outcome, the girl feared neglect. And being the worrier she was she worried that this might happen to the new one. Besides there were plenty of other trees around he could build in.
The boy replied �I have watched you sit under this Oak tree for months now. I�ve watched you weep, I have seen you smile at the animals playing, I envied the sun as it warmed your face, I�ve seen you sit patiently for hours allowing butterflies to rest on your shoulder. I know the particular mood you are in by the expression on your face. You are always alone, and I have not had the courage to come talk to you until now. I too sit and daydream. I use to daydream of great adventures, of me conquering the world, always alone, but hoping someday someone would walk beside me. And since you have come into view I find myself daydreaming of you, of us, and nothing else. If I may build this tree house, I promise to make it big enough for two, and keep it maintained. I will never leave you alone in it, for if it is empty it is because we will be off daydreaming elsewhere, but we will be together none-the-less. The day my tree house becomes unused will be the day I breath my last breath.�
The girl stood in front of the boy astonished. She had missed hearing such kind words, for she had heard words like this in the past, but not with such sincerity, not with such passion. The months she spent sitting under the tree consumed with loneliness, dreaming of love and romance did not feel so wasted now. Her days of loneliness seemed to disappear as she looked in the boy�s eyes. To think that someone had been daydreaming of her was overwhelming. She too had been daydreaming of this boy standing in front of her she just didn�t know he existed. She looked deep into his eyes, trying to reach his soul. Trying to confirm his sincerity. As blood rushed through her veins, and the boy�s hand caressed her cheek, she knew this boy was sincere.
She gave the boy her permission to build his tree house. The boy spent hours each day building the perfect tree house, as the girl spent hours disassembling the old tree house. Although they did not have much time to speak, only seeing one another in passing, the few smiles and moments they did share were treasured. For finally there was light at the end of the tunnel for them both. Their loneliness slowly melted away. All the hard work and time spent missing one another would one day be worth it. Even with rainstorms and cold weather suspending their projects, they knew one day it would be completed and the tree house would be perfect. There would be no more distractions, no more heartaches, the loneliness would disappear and almost be forgotten forever. Their lives would not know the words lonely, desperate, unhappy, cruel, or impossible. The girl was feeling as if she was living a real life fairy tale. Was this possible or was she daydreaming? Was she fooling herself? Could this be real? She asked herself these questions only once. After feeling the boys warm embrace, and listening to his reassuring words, she never needed to ask them again.