You

"What are you afraid of?"
"I'm not afraid!"
He came closer. "Like hell."
"That you'll stop." it wrenched out of her as she griped behind her back. Once started, the words rushed out quickly and ran together. "That you'll decide you never really loved me anyway. And I'll have let myself want and start depending and needing you. I've spent most of my life working on not depending on anyone, not for anything."

Boundary lines, Nora Roberts