Reminded me a quote:

Thou hast not half that power to do me harm
as I have to be hurt.
- Emilia, Shakespeare's Othello.


The idea that someone will eventually know me so well that he could destroy my world with a single word and yet he chooses not to thrills me. Everyone has weaknesses, imperfections, damages, whatever you name it, but if we didn't, how would we savor the experience when someone helps us compensate for them?

I would call myself damaged.