Someone once said that if you talk about the devil, he's bound to appear. Most would keep silent, hoping that they'd never be found by such a monster, but I prayed for his touch every night. I knew the devil when I was a child and fell in love with him the first time he taught me that I wasn't as damaged as I was led to believe that I was. He cared for me, helped me learn how to smile, and see the world in a different way even though he didn't realize that he had done so. But they feared him; hated him. So seventeen years ago, they ripped him away from me. What they didn't know was that he had already created a monster in his very image. I thought I'd never see him again-I finally resigned myself to that. But then he came back, just like he promised he always would through that smile of his. We're together again.