All the things you've said that have struck me down the most were said as nonchalant utterances, or disguised as whimsy and play. But those are the ones that dig in the most, drill into my core until I'm so ******* and hurt I want to spit your venom right back at you. Your words work their way slowly through my system, steadily poisoning my thoughts. And it's the worst when I'm alone, with only my now-tainted mind for company. Problem is, sometimes I feel that same loneliness with you right beside me. So, despite your ardent claims to the contrary, I'm quite unsure of your ability to handle my capriciousness for the long-term.