I used to be with a girl during my junior high years. We knew each other for quite some time and used to help one another out a lot during shop class. She would go in and out of some sort of conflict with friends and enemies alike, so I stood by her, sometimes trying to shield her. Eventually, I agreed to be with her. She hadn't been more happier in her life at the time because she felt appreciated.
Things went... Alright, I suppose. Lasting about a few months. We hardly had the chance to really express our feelings to each other, but in that way, it was alright. I had no clue what to express or how to feel. The complicated thing is, I don't think I ever knew what the sensation of loving someone in a romantic nature. Frankly, I still don't. I've never understood or could 'feel' such a concept as romance or a desire for intimacy. In turn, the natural human defense came into play. I began to fear the concept of romance itself.
This fear only began to influence my way of thinking after many considerations and observations of others in love with each other. I wanted to learn and understand it, but I soon discovered that you can't learn an 'addiction' or 'dependency'. My discovery throughout this experience was that love is no different than some mind-altering addiction the same way minds become addicted to food, exercise, video games, the internet, cigarettes, or alcohol. The mind craves and demands it constantly, the hunger insatiable. It leaves one in a state of desire. Their behaviors change entirely and their need to feed more on the other person's emotive behaviors and advances steadily become an all-consuming goal. Life goals take second place to this need, then soon become pointless when compared to the needs and desires of a reciprocated relationship.
It was this in my discovery that I became completely terrified of love itself. I am an ambitious sort with a desire to lead a very independent life without any form of liability I can avoid. I don't care to have family or children, just many friends. My life goals would be unattainable in my eyes if I were tied down to an addiction like this, an addiction to be one with another forever. I can't imagine my life like that, becoming some sort of love-sick zombie craving that unrewarding gratification.
So through my discovery, I became terrified of being with her. I had no idea what to say, do, or feel around someone who wanted me to emote my love back. Even the all-so-very harsh questions stung at my guilt of things like "why don't we ever kiss and hug?", or "why won't you say you love me when I do?". Needless to say, I was beside myself in fear for hurting her. And I knew it was bound to happen because she was as addicted to the sensation of love as I feared I thought I would become.
Eventually, we separated, but only after I broke down and explained to her in great length of my dilemma. It took her a while to understand that I am simply addle-minded in the concepts of love itself. Without a means to express, feel, or desire for it, it's an impossible joy for me to perceive it as others would.
Long story summed up, I'm terrified of falling in love for losing my sight on life goals. In conjunction to this, I've never been able to comprehend or feel such feelings. I can very much relate with this subject...