The desire for a kiss

Introduction

I've been walking. Walking and walking for I don't know how long. I don't even know where I am anymore. All I knew is that I had to get out of something, but what? Who am I? Where am I? What am I? I don't know. As I keep walking, I see a figure. I stop and watch the figure come closer to me. I can't really tell what it is or who it is, it's too dark to see. I close my eyes so I can calm myself but then I realize that I'm not afraid, or worried, or panicked which is odd. I should be afraid but I'm not. Why? I open my eyes and before i could react this figure was right in front of me, holding me. It was a young man. A man with...wings? He kept his mouth closed in a thin straight line, his silky black hair hung at his jaw line and his beautiful, sharp bleu eyes were looking straight at me like they were trying to read me. He was something magical. I don't know who this guy is, I've never met him. I don't even know his name. I tried to talk to him but I couldn't, for some reason I just couldn't. But one thing's for sure, is that I had the desire to kiss him.