The world of Magical Dreams

She's been, my angel, filled all across my dreams. She's been a saviour, supplying me oxygen right from the day I entered the teens. She's been a queen, protecting me from the troops called bullies, comforting me and giving hope to live with her. But I never touched her, neither did I even remembered her face. Or did I ever met her?No, I never did, except in my fantasy world, which I feel is the true world where there exists a girl, with a poor soul only filled with love, kindness and selflessness. I searched for her, everywhere, leaving no atom undisturbed, but I'm missing some clue. But I definitely feel I'll be finding her, one fine day, at least to talk to her.