But there was something different about the way I felt. I wanted to protect her. I wanted to guard her..
Watching her sleep, her body pressed against mine, her innocence took my breath away.
And, I was scared.
Scared for her.. Scared of hurting her.
I could never understand what she wanted from me. Sometimes, she was so gentle, loving. And sometimes, she would push me away and tell me to forget that something even existed between us!
But, I coped up with it all. She was always on my mind. She always lingered around..
She was a mystery, and I wanted to solve her. I wanted to please her. Wanted to understand her. The weeks turned into months..and as time passed, I needed her even more.