I was looking for you.

This doesn't seem right; I feel like something is missing from my life, and I don't know what it is. Every day, I go to my bedroom, and I see an empty bed waiting for me to crash into it. I slip under my bed sheet and look at the ceiling, wondering what's wrong with me. Then it all came back to me at once, and I can't shake off this feeling that he's not here with me. He's been in my life for as long as I can remember, but I never thought of him this way until now.

One night, he was my best friend, whom I cherished more than anything. The next day, he became the guy I couldn't wait to see, touch, and hold in my arms. The memory of his lips on mine and his hands all over me, trying to memorize every inch of my body... At first, it was slow, as if he wanted it to last forever. Then I didn't know how to control it, and the truth is, I didn't want to.

I was more afraid of letting him in than before, not because I couldn't trust him but because I didn't want to lose him. He wasn't some guy I met in the bar, and he wasn't the prince charming all the girls dreamed of; he was my scarred knight, and now all I want is him next to me, holding me tight.

Hours passed, and I couldn't sleep. I heard the doorbell ring, and I couldn't think of someone who could come to my home so late at night. But when I looked and saw who it was, my heart skipped a beat, and I knew that I would only be his, and he was mine, and my love for him was endless. He looked at me and said, "There you are, my fairest warrior," and that was all it took for me to rush into him, kiss him, and whisper in his ear, "Here I am, my scarred knight."