Ron sat against the stall in the girls lavatory, waiting for Myrtle.

She was his dream girl, everything he'd ever wanted in a girlfriend.

But she was just that; a dream.

How could a ghost ever be with him in the way he wanted?

She couldn't.

She was completely untouchable.

He had to tell her, though.

She had the right to know that he loved her.

So he took a deep breath.

"Myrtle?" He asked, his voice shaky.

She appeared next him and he suddenly felt like the world melted away.

"Yes, Ronald?"

"I...I love you."

And she tried to kiss him, to let him know her feelings.

But, she passed right through him.

She was truly untouchable, and that's what hurt the most.