Everytime I slept, I saw him.Him.The man who would constantly appear in my dreams, my thoughts, my imagination. ...but he never appeared in real life.Not yet, at least.   Foreword"W-Who...are you?" The man turned around from looking out at the rising sun. He gave me a breathtaking smile, outstretching his hand towards me."How about I show you around?" I took his hand, a sudden waft of relaxation going through me. I had no idea who this man was, or what he could do to me, but I felt secure with him. Nothing else mattered when I was with him. It was only him and me. Me and Him.