She walked through the fair in hopes of finding something that was lost many years ago. She's spent many years wandering aimlessly through life searching for what's missing. She's changed herself and she's changed her scenery and yet she hasn't found what's missing. She's tired of walking and tired of searching. So she sits on the ground and starts crying. She cries and cries until a stranger stops in front of her and asks if she's okay. She stops crying and looks up at this stranger with the shaggy hair and the ripped jeans and said no. He offers his hand to help her up onto her feet and together they walk to the nearest bench. She couldn't help herself, she started crying into this guys shirt while being helpd. She told him everything all while he lsitened. She couldn't help but fall for him right then in this moment of self loathing and self hatred. When all the tears were gone from her body and she was left with the shuddering aftershock of crying for so long and so hard to this stranger, she lifted her head and realized that she was alone. She looked all around for the boy with the shaggy hair and the ripped jeans but she could just not find him. She finally gives up trying, she goes home and gets under her covers and looks back on her day of searching while preparing for the search to continue tomorrow. She doesn't know if she will ever find that piece of her that she'd lost so many years ago.