You don't want me too.. right. 'Cause I forgot, you're the guy that likes to rip the rug out from beneath me just when I feel like we're getting some sort of stable ground. I mean you told me you loved me after the basketball game and silly me, I just thought that that feeling would last longer than oh, I don't know, one night! I mean you freak out after we have sex in God knows how long, and by the way I know EXACTLY how long it was.