Every day, I dream of his eyes. In my dreams, they are as bright blue as the sky. In reality, I don't know what color his eyes are. He never bothered to show up. Every day, I stare out the window of my tall tower, hoping to see a horse with a handsome man sitting atop galloping towards me. Every day, disappointment lingers as I go to bed. The only reason I am here, is because 30 years ago I was ki...