You are such a mench that I am not sure how to handle it. I think I love you. And that scares the hell out of me. I don't mean I loooove you. There's nothing romantic about it, but I feel warm when I think about you. You are so respectful and gentle that it's intoxicating and weird and I like it but I don't like it, and I have to figure out some way to not hear it when you are being so kind to me because I just can't deal.