Fear

She was never so good at accepting peoples "love".. She could bask in their affection, but even that scared her. She was always waiting for that next word, that next caress, that next step that would send her running scared. How she sought after that feeling though. To feel wanted. Needed. Adored. Loved even. To feel absolutely consumed with it, but the thought of giving up everything.. All of herself.. It terrified her to no end. Not understanding her own reasons she found herself giving bits and pieces of who she was out to people who came into her life. To people she cared about. Adored. How unfair was it to them? She had no idea. She searched for the reason, but couldn't find it. Instead as she began losing feeling over her own sense of wrongness she began to think it was because she wasn't getting enough emotionally. That she just needed more to fill the void that was inside her. A void she created herself out of fear. If a person did not have all of her, they could not destroy her. They could wound her.. but they couldn't kill her.