First I took off my pride. I wore it like a shawl to protect all my insecurities. He loved it.
I took off my shame. It hung around my legs, a thousand uncomfortable memories wound tight like twine to hide my ability to be free and open. He loved it.
I took off my fear. They gripped my feet like stone slippers, hoping to keep me from ever leaping as far as I was capable, often succeeding. He loved it.
Finally I took off my doubt. The doubt that was there so long it had become me. I ripped it off revealing the flesh of my love for him and the bone-depth of my feelings for him and the blood that rushed for only him, forever.