Have you ever heard the phrase "girl of my dreams?" Of course you have, everyone has. It's a lie, though.. You meet a girl, you like everything about her, and you say you had dreamed about her and everything she is until the day you met. But you didn't. It's all retrospect.
But me? I did. I saw the girl of my dreams, and I fell in love.
Dream, rather. There was only the one. It was a beautiful dream, one that I'll always half remember, as you always do with the most wonderful of dreams. A dance. A book. A dash so I won't be late. And her, my princess, with me as her favorite attendant. No one ever said she was royalty, maybe she wasn't, she simply deserved that respect. The people delighted to see us together. When I would enter the room, taking my place among the attendant line, they would point and comment on what a good fellow I was, and how close she would stay to me. Quick to answer her call, ever willing to do her bidding. Not for the pay, if there was any, but for her benefit.
There's little more that I can remember. Her beauty, even, is just a glimmer in my mind, her face a blur among the lights of the hall. The smile, though, that beautiful red smile. A twirl of that elaborate burgundy dress. The flowing dark blonde hair. And her lips. Those soft, warm lips. When I close my eyes, I can still feel them against mine, and the delicate touch of her hand on my cheek.
It was love unlike any I had felt. I lived with a woman for four years during and after college, some of the most amazing memories of my life were with her, and I never loved her as I love this dream girl.
Now every day is a chore, simply waiting for night to come again. My roommate thinks I've lost my mind. My colleague thinks I've taken up drugs. Neither of them understand that it's only love. Every night is a quest. I have been through trials and wars, encountered beasts and alien horrors unlike any science could begin to imagine.
All to see her again, to find the girl with my heart, and give her everything she desires.
Or just to know her name.