I love the word ethereal.  It's one of the most enchanting words in the 
English language.  It makes me feel like wrapping my arms around myself and
spinning until I fall down laughing.  Like maybe there is a happily ever
after to every story.  Like maybe there is someone waiting for me somewhere,
someone I can love.  But mostly, it gives me the feeling that someone 
actually does see me as delicate, as fragile, and wants to protect me.  Most
women I know would probably scoff at this, but… my greatest dream is probably
to find someone who will love and care about me, protect me, be tall enough
to put their arms around me with their chin on my head.  Someone I fit 
perfectly.  Someone lovely and sweet whom I will want to stay with always,
who's so tall I can reach up and put my arm around their neck, and not only
can, but must.  Ever since I can remember, I've always felt the need to 
protect other people.  My friends.  My family.  But I have never once felt
like someone wants to protect me.  To cherish me and keep me forever.  I 
know, my parents are supposed to be like that.  But I mean besides them.  
I've never had an older sibling whom I was close to.  I've never had any of
my friends treat me that way.  I suppose it's incredibly silly, but that's
really what I want.  To be treated by one(not all, only one) person I love
as if I was fragile, and delicate, and needy.  It's really not so much to
ask, is it?