Emotional wreck

Out of nowhere he's appeared. I've known him three months. Three months, and he's a force of nature, not unlike Mom was. 15 years older than me, sexy as hell, he knows his mind, and its set on me. He says he loves me. I feel like a deer caught in the headlights. He's determined, and he's patient. And he's a Dom. And I'm psychologically indomitable. I may yield for the moment, but I will never, ever submit. But, damn if we don't connect, and damn, if he doesn't swear I make him feel very un-Dom like. He scares me. I told him flat out. And he said he knows, and he'll wait. He's been waiting for me for a long time. I tell myself its a line, but you don't look a man in the eyes and watch his hands shake when he talks about his feelings and doubt him. I'm so uncomfortable and conflicted. And my therapist would say "Good!" but she's not around to talk to about why I'm such a wreck about it. About him.