I wish I could know her

I obviously can't know what she was like at all. I can only dream of how she would be. I dream her to be wonderful, with the flowing long hair and the big blue eyes I've tried to recreate over and over again in my mind. I don't know why she fascinates me so. She was just a pretty girl, living in a wonderful world that was pulled from her unfairly. But somehow, I can't get her out of my mind. And I'm proud. If anyone ever needs a personal Romanov historian, I can be their girl. So I will wait until my obsession can be used to help someone.