He was like the dark of night, with its depth covering and surrounding me, just like his arms, shielding me from fear and cold. The stars littering the sky were like the freckles that littered his face, and the moon was his smile; soft, mysterious, and comforting. Most would compare someone’s presence to the sun, warm and inviting, and would be offended to be compared to the night, its chill unnerving. But for me, its chill was exhilarating, and his presence, though not as bright as the sun, was like a protective cloak of night, and his darkness only made me feel as though I was a bright light in our lives. After all, what’s the night sky without its stars?