I’m afraid of love. It, for some reason, feels as though I’m giving my inner best to someone. They can do either one of two things: build me up or completely destroy me. That’s what love feels like to me. I’m afraid that I’ve suppressed any feelings that I may have towards anyone of the opposite sex. Is this natural, nope! I really don’t think it is and to be perfectly honest I’m a little tired of masking the fact of wanting to have and share love with a man. Deep sigh. Whew.