He came in a dream. Cliché, right?
Well, that is what I have told myself. Because I cannot stand the truth. So he is from my dream, not my memory. 

He was . Yes, it is true, believe it or not. It was not like I saw much anyways, his back was facing me. But his pearlwhite skin stood out. It was summer, a guy like that should be tanned right? I remember that I found it strange. 
He was singing. That is how I came to find him. I was walking around in the woods by myself, on a little path when I heard him, and I could not help myself. So I followed the voice instead of the path and found him. Deep in the woods he stood there still in the water, singing softly. 
He was beautiful, as well as his voice. I was spell-bound. I was young and foolish, that is what my parents told me when they found me. But although I was mere a teen I knew this was something I would never forget. I also knew no one would believe me. Until now.