"What do you think of me?" he asked her, as they sat on the bench, looking at the distant sunset. He always wanted to know what she thought of him, but never had a chance to ask her.
"Do you want the truth?" she replied.
"Of course I want the truth. I don't care how bad it is." he said, even though he cared much more than he was willing to show.
"You are a knight. Your eyes are swords, cutting anyone that tries to break the walls you built. Your jacket is an armor that guards your heart against anything that might break it. Your hands are a shield, protecting you from affection and love. Your heart is your pride, broken many times, yet it still beats with honor. Your mind is the courage that makes you say things you regret. Your smile is your flag, visible and identifiable from great distance. And, last but not least, your motorcycle is your horse. It carries you away from the problems you don't want to face." she ended, with a satisfied smile on her face.
"Well, if I'm all that, then why don't you simply run away, like everybody else does?!" he asked, angry and hurt.
"Well, there is one thing I forgot to mention: I love knights."