He asked me the words he was afraid to ask before.

"Ana, what am I to you?"

I stood silently and stared at his eyes. It was warm, innocent and seemed to plead for me to say the truth.

I told him the words I had hidden in my heart. A familiar feeling runs into my veins that makes me shaken.

"The word lover is too boring, that I couldn't find it suitable for our relationship".

He held my hand and put it on his face. He kissed my wrist and looked me closely in my eyes.

I took a deep breath and told him, "You are the fate, that makes me catch my breath. A destiny that is written but not forced, even though I had a choice to let go, you are the one who makes me feel my heartbeat. My love, my fate and my iris".