you

Sometimes you get to me. And I get mad, and resolve that fault in my character with myself, and you'll never know. You may suspect, I think you do, and I think that scares you, it scares me too. But I want to. The urge to do it, stayed still. But you know what, we'll do it, not today, probably not tomorrow, but we will. And then we'll know what is this thing I carry with me, and exactly how that affects you. For now, it was good fun.