I do not remember when I first laid eyes on him. I only remember my doe-eyed innocence before and tear stained face after. I reminisce on the elegance of the words that rolled off his tongue, and how they seemed to be the cure for all that ailed me. Something flourished in me from the follicles on my scalp to the tips of my toes. The sweet sensation of his soft lips pressed against mine turned my ethics inside out. And the way he said he loved me confirmed it. I was hopelessly infatuated with him. There was no going back, I simply was in too deep. But I didn't want to go back; back to reality. Back to a simple civilian lifestyle and routine. I loved him. I felt safe and secure, but stimulated by the excitement and presence of the love. I craved stable excitement. Soothing lust. Pure love and devotion. Everything came naturally when he was with me.