The Knight In Dark Armor

He came into my life on a horse that was darker than night. In the distance it seemed as if the rider was clothed with armor as silver as the full moon on a clear night. You never expect something like this to happen, you had just fallen off of the horse of your previous rider and now someone else comes galloping along, ready to save the damsel all over again. You think just because you are human it justifies longing to be loved so you climb on to the new rider's horse.
The ride was more enticing than that of the rider on the white horse. He was not afraid to push the limits of his familiar, he sped through the mountain valleys and around the benches. He made adrenaline surge through every fiber of my being. He made me feel alive again in ways that I've been dead for so long.
When he touched me I felt something unfamiliar surge from the point of his touch. It was not like when the rider on the white horse touched me, it was not the familiar surge of white hot intensity, it was pure adrenaline that erupted and made me feel alive. When he kissed me it set every strand of my existence on vibrate. It made me feel different, it was thrilling, it was changing me. I was in it for the thrill of the adventure and the hunt after the Happily Every After was set aside.
However, after the rides ended I noticed the white horse, I knew so well, not far behind. Lurking in the shadows. A guardian that wanted to protect me. I was in sync and happy with the white horse near by, but the knight shiny armor was someone I was not ready to face yet.
Soon the dark horse would be back and the white horse would disappear into the shadows once more, and I knew that when i am alone again he would return again.
The rider's armor looked different every time he picked me up. I noticed the cracks and scorch marks that signaled imperfections. However, one could not overlook his natural beauty. His eyes were perfect reflections of the earth, a brown that engulfed your soul in paradise. His tanned dark brown skin made everything else seem pale and the warm touch of his hands could melt glaciers. Even his body was different from that of the previous rider, more enticing and luring. Every curve seemed well defined and angelically etched. If you took these things into account, an adrenaline seductive paradise could easily overshadow the scorches and scratches, but would it ever help to move on and forget about the knight in shiny armor?
I guess all I need is the air I breathe and chest to rest my head, but is it what I wanted and would the dark rider always be there? Would Jaime be there me like my ex always was...