Just thinking today, This doesn’t say what I mean totally, but it’s a start.

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Hey!
Be careful with me. I am inclined to love you. I am inclined to see the best in you. I am inclined to encourage you, cheer you on, cheer you up.

But, be careful with me. I am not a cynic, I float on a happy bubble most of the time. The more I love you, the more I enjoy being near you, the more weight I give your opinion. You can hurt me with a careless word. I may not stop doing the thing you scorn, but it’s possible I won’t enjoy it as much, when I realize I can’t share it with you. It’s possible, even, that you

Even worse, it’s possible your careless words will frighten my muse, and I’ll have to hunt her out, years later. I don’t mind if you are cynic, or not, I don’t want you to lie, but please don’t throw out words and statements about me, and what I’m like, or what I like. Please be aware of my passions, I try to keep track of yours.

I tell you this, because I care for you, or will care for you, as I am wont to do. And I don’t want a rift between us. I will likewise try not to be careless with my words to you, try to acknowledge your passions, and attempt not to scare your muse.