Scarlett O'Hara (fictional)

I won't think of it now. I'll go crazy if I think about losing him now. I'll think of it tomorrow.

He never really existed at all, except in my imagination. I loved something I made up, something that's just as dead as Melly is. I made a pretty suit of clothes and fell in love with it. And when Ashley came riding along, so handsome, so different, I put that suit on him and made him wear it whether it fitted him or not. And I wouldn't see what he really was. I kept on loving the pretty clothes- and not him at all.