He’s someone out of a dream, or a fairy tale and when he saved me he was a prince rescuing a damsel in distress. He holds a smile of sunshine and shares with me words of promise and pure gold. When I hold his hand I feel like a child who’s about to ride her first roller-coaster; with butterflies on the inside and knuckles clasped. Gripping with no desire to release thanks to the fear that letting go could result in disaster. And his lips are salt water; the more they caress mine, my thirst for them perpetually increases.