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Question of the day: Are you scared to get (emotionally or physically) close to someone? Why or why not? When or when not?

Today:

shoujo_mallet and I went to four museums, for just $6.50 per person. First, to the Museum of American Financial History, which primarily looked like a museum of the exploitation of migrant workers. However, I did get a personalized piece of ticker tape. Then the Museum of the American Indian (where I got my Mom a b'day present). We mustn't forget the Skyscraper Museum, with its distracting mirror floors (upskirt joy on Erin!). Then we took the subway to the New York City Fire Museum, which was extremely nifty. Finally, we were headed for our fifth museum of the day in Chinatown (The Museum of the Chinese in America), but it was closed for renovations. But we did get a tasty roll. And beforehand, we stopped in Toys in Babeland, to take a look around. A very nice store indeed.

So we headed North to the Lincoln Center area, grabbed some food (mmm... panini) and went to a crafts fair. And then we saw Satin Rouge, which was extremely tasty.

And then the departure, Which brings us to now.

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I used to be. My life's goal was to never get attached. Never get my heart broken. Actually..never to have a heart to break. I vowed against love. Against all that stuff that the songs were made of. This was all emotion. Physical..never afraid. Perhaps that too was not so well..but eh. I dunno whether or not I wanted to be different..Or because I was such an Aquarius.
I suppose..all of that was up till I met Slava.
Sure..I didn't understand what I was feeling when we were together. We were around 14. How could I? But when I lost him (early frosh year-middlelate soph) I realized that what I experienced was heartache. Sure it was slight. It was horrible nonetheless. It was nothing like the second time though..

I mean now. Now, even though that second time he broke up with me was the worst, absolute worst pain I had ever experienced (still now do I feel it)..I'm not scared anymore.
I'm madly in love..and I can't help it.

So I was scared. A fear that stemmed perhaps from my father leaving? Not too sure. But all relationships would not go over a matter of months. All friendships would reformat periodically. Attachment..nope.
Can't say I'm not scared now. Sure I am!

Ah..love makes us fools.