So, you want the truth. Here it is. I love you.
Ok?
No, I know it isn't ok. You don't want to hear that I love you. You don't want to hear that no matter how hard I try to pretend it isn't so, I can't stop thinking about you. You don't want to hear that every time you are in pain, I just want to hold you in my arms until the pain stops. You don't want to hear that my heart aches every time I see you, every time I hear your voice, and every time someone says your name. You don't want to hear that the happiest moments in my life have been the ones where I am just sitting and talking with you, or that the simple sound of your breathing is more soothing to me than hours of meditation.
You don’t want to hear any of that any more than I really want to say it.
Well, maybe you don't want to hear any of that, and maybe I don’t want to say it, but that doesn't make it any less true. Me not saying these things before now doesn't mean that I haven't thought them every day since I met you, because I have.
So there it is. There is my heart at your feet. Take it and treasure it or stomp it beneath your heel, because it doesn’t belong in my chest anymore, and it hasn’t for quite a while, I've just been too scared of the consequences to admit it
