Something like it.

There's a certain amount of terror involved with exposing your innermost flaws and fears to someone. There's a definite loss of control when you trade security for intimacy. But I also feel liberated knowing that I can't be anything but myself, there's no pressure to be something I'm not, there are no exhausting roles to play in the interest of someone else's satisfaction. And if anything, I can thank him for his honest judgment and the deserved scrutiny because at least it's real.

I love him, I do and it's utterly debilitating, the way it should be.