You forgot to wake me; I was busy dreaming about you in a picturesque world that only the likes of us were meant to live in. I was lost in the beauty of it, loving the picture of what we could have been. In there, you were the queen and I was the king; there were no subjects. In the morning, you loved to walk around the flower gardens, and I loved watching you walk around them. In the evening, you would hang your head on my shoulder as we watched the...