She met him in some far off land, a land that teeters between what is real and what is mere imagination. If you ever find yourself in this land of lazy clouds and wildflowers, Don't blink, it shall all be over.
I've had dreams of a garden. Dreams where I find myself weeping near a fountains edge. Where a pair of blue ocean eyes are my tormentor. The heartache is more than I can bare at times. Tears drown my sorrow as I wake late at night. Only his name escapes my lips every time I awake.