I don’t know what you want me to say? Do you want me to admit that I want more from you than just your physicality. That characteristics of your being stimulate me much more than I ever anticipated? That you remind me of my first love but a more refined version of said love? That you frustrate me in ways I never thought possible and that intrigues me greatly? Or how about the fact that I am in an infatuated love affair with your mind, the enigma that is the way you think creates a longing inside of me that causes my heart to palpitate. I don’t know what you want me to say.