Why do I love him? Why do I want him? Why does the mere thought of him make me smile? Why can I not lie besides him without wanting to run my hand over the velvet of his skin, without breathing in a little deeper simply to savour his scent? I am not sure. I sit across from him and wonder. He looks up at me and I fall into those blue eyes. When have they become so much deeper? For they have. When we met he had that strange...