I don't know but I saw this on tumblr and it struck me as the total opposite of my case.
I am not afraid to love, I am not afraid of not being loved, but, of being loved. (Well of course love is too strong a word so let's just use like)
I guess all my close friends know this about me but here's what. I am capable of liking someone for days, weeks or even months on end, but when he likes me back, I'll start distancing myself from him.
I close up my heart, I stop caring, I act like no one else matters in this world matters except me, myself and I. I start finding faults in him, start to find him annoying, disgusting even, and I hate myself so so much for that. The worst thing? It's not only to one person, it's to every one I used to once have a crush on.
We read in books about how people love to be loved, we imagine ourselves cuddling close to "the one", taking strolls, receiving flowers, doing everything possibly romantic. But when it DOES happen? Ha ha I don't know. Because I've never gone that far before. Nope, nothing more than a brief, less than 5 second hug. Even going out with a guy alone, I find awkward. And this is probably why I've never really had a boyfriend before...
On a lighter note, WHAT IF I GROW OLD ALONE WITH A HOUSE FULL OF CATS AND DRINK SOUP EVERYDAY UGH:-(
