Imagine the world is close to annihilation, everyone you’ve ever cared about is gone and uncertainty is around every corner. This is exactly how I felt after moving halfway across the world from Japan to Florida. After spending most of my later years of schooling in Japan, moving back to America was, lightly put, one of the most terrifying and forlorn experiences of my entire life. That was until my hero arrived. His entrance was exactly like an epic movie would portray it, only instead of a white horse, he drove his blue Nissan Versa and instead of a razor sharp blade he pulled out his iPhone. Yet none of this hindered my deliverance from ultimate solitude and terror. My hero is my boyfriend, not because he has any magic powers, hidden identity or even because he was the product of a scientific experiment gone wrong, but because he was there when no one else was.