Kryptonite:

He slowly walked over to me, The bedroom shades down, lightly dim with them sun trying to peek in, I stand at the window with my arms folded....

I felt a gentle touch....

A soft voice......

telling me.....

"Deep are the thoughts of those who chose to worry....

what are you worried about?

My eyes met his, and fell suddendly downward...

My respons....

I can help it....

You are my Krytonite..