Rollercoaster :/

In fairy tales the prince comes in and saves the princess. There's no fighting or arguing. It never happens that way in real life. Ever. I fight with my love almost daily which sucks because I love him. I pick fights to know that I am worth fighting over stupid insignificant things. I would never tell him that he makes me cry everytime he thinks he has screwed up. I wish I could protect him from every hurt and every pain. But I can't and I am slowly discovering this. I have never felt so giddy when someone touches me. I have never been so open and yet so held back. What if he doesn't really love me? What if this is all some sick plot to get some and I am stupid enough to believe that he actually cares.