Despite my best efforts to weasle my way out of relationships that expose me for who I am, I know that I am loved, and loved deeply… and that is SO SCARY.

I am loved spiritually.

I am loved physically.

I am loved emotionally.

I am loved in ways that are incredibly intimate.

And maybe that’s the scariest part of all.

For too, too long, I found my comfort in the arms of men who made me feel loved, if only for half an hour or so. But to be loved in ways that are not sexual, but rather confrontational and far more intense than sex could ever be is so far beyond what I ever thought love was.

And I’m grateful.  But oh so scared about what implications this love brings.