I adore him for the fact that he knows me.

My problem in life is that when i get depressed i don't get violent against others, i self-destruct as best i can. And that's how i met him, i'll never tell a soul about the exact circumstance but i s'pose you can all imagine how i'd meet someone in an attempt to fuck myself up.

But he has a way of letting me know it was bad, making me ashamed of myself but not allowing me to feel that he's ashamed of me if that makes sense. I feel as though i must work hard for him because he comes across as a voice of incredible reasoning and understanding. He has a way of not only being dominant in sex, but also in our relationship. He takes total control but knows me so well that he can make decisions for me and have power over me, a sort of benevolence and romance mixed in.

Although don't get me wrong, i do have an equal say and opinion in the relationship.

I admire the fact that he is very insecure, but uses the fact that he has power over people not to manipulate or make them do what he wants, but simply for respect.

I love and respect him like no one before because he's real.