The paper knight

Long ago, I drew a knight in a tatty exercise book. He was big, strong and fierce astride his valiant steed. I gave him life in my childish stories. He forever rescued me from the highest towers or the lowest dungeons, slaying terrifying monsters.
I grew up, forgetting my paper knight.
Today, I found my old exercise book. I'm older, true, but not wiser. I started drawing another story, my hero still bold and jealous. Suddenly, I realised that I'd always been looking for him, never finding him in the men in my life. They never really stood a chance.