Who Are you?

"Who are you?" he asked unexpectedly.
I looked at him strangely.
"You know who I am," I said with a laugh, as if to say 'are you kidding me?'
He shrugged."Humor me."
I sighed helplessly.
"You are hopeless, do you know that ?" I said, vexed.
"Yes, but I am not asking you about me,"he shook his head."Now answer my question."
I rolled my eyes and prayed heaven for patience.
"My name is Mer --"
"You are not listening to me," he interjected impatiently. "I did not ask for your name."
He straightened and held my gaze.
"Now pay attention," he calmly demanded. "Who are you?" he repeated ever so slowly as if to emphasized each word.
Silence.
His eyes bore through me like piercing bullets.
I gulped for air. Groped for answers and could have wept because I've found none.
Instead I sadly shook my head, looked directly into his eyes and silently implored his understanding.
And in a small voice, I confessed.
"I am a mystery to myself, as I am to you."
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