I'm being played, or am I?

There's this man.  He's trouble.  He's reckless.  He's absolutely amazing.  We have a chemistry and connection that is rare.  Every logical part of my being is telling me to stay away.  I feel safe, happy and content with him.  The free spirit in him keeps him away from me the majority of the time and even though I know this is a good thing, I miss him terribly when I don't see him.  I've never been kissed like that in my life.  His touch is so tender.  It's always on my mind.

He says he wants us to be together.  He wants me to be his.  I want to be his.  Weird.  I think he's playing me or maybe he's scared.  I don't know.  I do know that right now I'm content to be alone and unattached for those moments when he decides to grace me with his presence.  It's not logical.  It's doesn't make sense at all.  But is it ever supposed to?

I'll do my best to protect myself, but eventually this is gonna hurt.