You've always tried to keep me concealed, as if I was a weapon of sorts.
A weapon that could threaten everything you've built from the ground up.
I've never seen myself as dangerous.
I've never seen myself as needing to be handled with extreme caution, lest you accidentally shoot yourself in the foot.
Why is it that you see me as a loaded gun, love?
I'm not capable of such violence.

You've always been reckless when it came to me.
Why the sudden hesitation?