Ever since my dream, I've been left with a longing. A longing for a love that can conquer nations. A longing for someone who loves me as fiercely as I love him. How can you love someone you've never met? I wonder if he dreamt about me? Is there a possibility that destiny is reaching across the impossibility? This perfect stranger, My Prince, is kind, sweet, handsome, and strong. He laughs at my jokes and warms me with his smile. This connection that was formed in a dream is now what I sleep for. I sleep to see him again. And when I wake up, whether I remember my dreams or not, I believe we've met again. We've gone on wild adventures and been in high risk situations. We've loved each other even though we shouldn't and we've chosen each other over more "important" things, including our own lives.