Emily Anderson finally finds love.
Enjoy..
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One of my earliest memories is of him.
I must have been three or four years old at most. I've never been able to explain why I remember this, but I do. I'd fallen into the swimming pool during a slip of our mother's attention, and he dived in to save me. I just need to close my eyes and I can see him, hair billowing around his head, arms reaching out to scoop me up.
Of course I remember nothing after this, but it's enough.
I wish I could say that was the only time he's needed to save me, but I'd be lying. I've lost count of the number of times he's been there for me.
At least time it will just be my pride, not my life. This is what I think to myself, as I pick up the phone to call him.
David is only three years older than I am. Techni
