The truth is, it’s not the act that I’m scared of, but giving myself so entirely to someone. As long as there are lines to draw and boundaries to cling to, I can pretend that I’m safe from the wanting that threatens to consume me. I’m separate, still all my own. But after…What then? What comes after, when he has that much of me, to do with as he chooses? When I have him. Will it ever be enough?