I know I'm at the right age to enter a relationship. I'm not ready, I was never ready. Experiences taught me to be free and numb. Until I met him. He is smart, cold, serious and bizarre in different ways. He is very much domineering and attentive in whatever I do or wherever I get involved. I hate and love what he does to me. His hazel eyes never left mine, waiting for my answer."What do you want? What should I do to make you mine?" He cups my face with his both hands and closes his eyes. "I don’t know." I look down at my feet. I don’t know how to tell him of how I feel. I don’t know if I want this kind relationship but one thing I’m sure is that I want this guy. “Tell me.” His voice is raw and almost a whisper.All Rights Reserved