Is that HIM?

He is tall, buff, handsome and slightly tan. His shoulders are broad, his chests are tight and his hands envelopes mine with his warm and firm clasp.

He is a man of few words but smiles as I speak. He carries an air of mystery like a man with a past, and for which I know never to probe.

Standing besides him, the butterflies fluttered their wings. But there is a strong sense of calm and security amidst the flurry of action in my stomach. I am on firm ground and safe in his hands.

There is something about this man that keeps me basking in "bliss" even an hour after I woke, and my heart beating faster than usual as I pen my thoughts. Something so befitting what I have always been looking for...