Yes, Aubrey, I get that sense of claustrophobia, but only when I doubt my abiity to return the love. I have relinquished myself with abandon to love in my youth, when I felt immortal to pain. But, having been hurt and having inflicted hurt, I am no longer cavalier regarding love. Once, it felt easier to acquiese to the hopes of another and say "I love you", rather than face the truth in dashing their hopes. In the end, it caused far more pain for prolonging what wasn't the truth. I found that "to thine own self be true" to be, ultimately, the most loving responsibility in love.
I believe love is more than the casual slot it most often occupies as a temporary massage for loneliness. I believe in love, but I believe mutual, real love is rare. But, when it is real for both, doubt, games and fear of abandonment disappear. It is then more than a physical experience and enters the realm of spiritual. There is where I hope to land someday, fearless.