I remember when it started. It was all innocent, and gentle. I felt the presence of what I can only explain as someone. I knew it wasn't something, but someone. I knew it was a he, for I was familiar with the strength of a man's presence. I could even smell him, a sweet musky scent, that I grew to love. Of course I never let anyone in on this, for fear that they'd find me insane! As a child he comforted me, while I cried, and all that I felt was a warmth enveloping me like a second skin.
As I got older, his presence became stronger and stronger. At the age of eighteen had my first sexual encounter, with a guy from school. He didn't care much about me, and as soon as he was finished, he made some excuse about having to go home. My body was trembling, as I cried, alone in my bed. The moonlight streamed through my window, as I saw my glowing pale reflection, in the mirror. I cried so much, I thought my heart would cease beating. I recognized that scent, that familiar scent, although I was evidently alone in the room.
I felt a sudden rage, that he was here, yet wouldn't show himself, as if torturing me with his vague existence.
Yet, I moved on. . . As one should. By my twenty-second year, I was a bit wiser, although none the luckier in love! I just felt as if my true love was not in this realm of existence. Crazy. . I know! I made jokes with my friends that maybe my soulmate was a Martian, or something! I had gotten myself a nice apartment, and had a pleasant job. My best friend was a guy named Christopher. I was a bit attracted, for he was handsome, but didn't want to spoil our friendship, by reacting to my nutty hormones! Then one day Chris told me he loved me. I didn't know how to react. I mean, here was a guy that I truly trusted, and I didn't want to ruin it by getting into a relationship! Maybe I was a little too paranoid!
I thought a lot that night, and finally drifted off to sleep. Then I was rudely awoken by the ringing of the phone. When I answered it, I heard no one. I was slightly peeved, that my good sleep was ruined by a stupid wrong number. When I turned to face the other way, on my bed, I guess I should have been startled. I should have been terrified! A man whose face was unknown to me lay there, as if he always did! His eyes were as dark as the night, his hair was chestnut and long to his shoulders. His skin was tanned, and delicious. The reason I wasn't fearful, was because I recognized his scent. It was him! I wanted to laugh, wanted to cry, I didn't know what to say!
"You were snoring!" he laughed, almost in a whisper.
