The most devistating thing happened to me:
I had a dream that I was dating Edward Cullen. It was absolutely amazing, yet awkward, seeing as I just had a dream about a fictional character made up by somebody named Stephanie Meyer. He was so perfect, it was upsetting. Being in his lap. Swimming while he carried me. Being able to jump on his back without him running out of strength. If only relationships like that existed in reality. I like to think that reality is much more interesting than fiction; this is one circumstance where I'd have to say that fantasy is the only thing that can truly satisfy us.