Today was busy and I didn't get a chance to answer your texts. When we finally get to see each other and you mention it, my defenses go up and start a fight with you about it. The reality is, fighting is easier than admitting I'm scare you're going to be nasty to me about it. Because that's what I'm used to. That's still what I expect. My last relationship left me with some pretty heavy baggage, and I didn't want to fall in love with one of my best friends. But you convinced me I'm safe. You make me feel ten feet tall, like I can conquer anything, all while still wanting you with me, which in my mind is the ultimate weakness. Vulnerability is how you get hurt. Fighting is easier than admitting that, too. I just hope you can accept, and continue to love, me and all of my various contradictions...