He does something to me.
He has cut away the layers of my hiding spot.
He found me.
From the moment I met him in person, I knew he would. I knew he was probably the only one who could.
He opens my mind so much he pulls some of the darkest desires out.
He frightens me or I'm frightened by what he brings out in me.
This is exactly what I asked him to do. Isn't it?
I fear the freedom as much as I love it.