There's a television show- an anime (how I hate to admit that, on principle)- that I have loved since childhood called Inuyasha. It has long enchanted me; I was thrown into it after an absence of sorts after the end of a relationship wherein the boy represented, to me, (And how I HATE to say this! Am I not the first to dismiss crushes on people not in existence as stupid, strange, and senseless?) that which I had first found the main character of Inuyasa to be: alluring, independent, secretly sensitive, mysterious, set apart in various ways, etc. The physical appearance of Inuyasha, too, could be compared (in my obsessive and ever-connecting mind, at least) to the boy's.
To this day, Inuyasha- especially the first few episodes- strikes a strange, long lost chord in me that brings me to long for mystery and quiet and adventure and solitude. To this day, though the association of Inuyasha and any tangible, mortal being has faded, he still embodies something I shall long for and drink of deeply when it surfaces. It isn't something absolutely necessary, for I can forget about it and live in ignorance for months at a time, but I would like it.
Perhaps it's the setting of feudal Japan. Maybe it's the Japanese music- which has always entranced me and set me drifting. It could, too, be partially due to the tall, blonde presence of an animated character with long, soft hair, dog's ears, and the knowledge of when to not where a shirt and how. ;p