"To be completely honest with you, I'd have to be completely honest with myself, which frankly I'm not ready to do yet." He said broodingly. "Why, what's wrong with liking me, am I below you, am I that repulsive that you can't even think about us being together, what, come on tell me I can take it, I need a rea—" She wasn't able to finish as her mouth was otherwise preoccupied. When he was done thoroughly ravishing her mouth, and catching his breath he started to talk. "No, you aren't repulsive, you're not below me, or any of that other bollocks you're thinking about. If I were honest with myself, I'd have to admit that I am madly in love with you, which is a foreign concept for me, being in love. In fact it's a little frightening knowing that you have this control over, that you have the power to make me feel, to either make me feel like the happiest man alive, or to feel undeserving of life. That you hold all this power, and that no matter what I do, you will probably always have that power over me." "That's what love is, making someone else feel. You say I have this power over you, but what you don't realize is that you too have power over me. When two people are in love they both have power over each other, but they don't choose to abuse the power, they honor it, they are grateful that the power is given to them. That it is a gift that you are willing to give up, and that they are willing to receive. Don't you understand, being with you touches me more than I can say."