Dear Fantasy,

I love you. I love you so much more than reality. You allow me to escape my life as a painfully awkward, neurodivergent kid.

But, I love you most for the romance you give me. In my daydreams, I’ve fallen in love, been loved and touched more times than I can count, when in reality, I’ve only been in love once, and he was a real loser, and the whole story was like a life crisis.

Thank you for all you’ve done for me.

—By Violet P., 16, Los Angeles