The Truth

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Actually, I'm afraid. If by the time you know the truth about all of this, you'll be disappointed with me instead of giving me sympathy.

I'm afraid you would ask me why I haven't been truthful, why I haven't openly held onto you, and why I haven't had the courage to face it.

I don't want a reason for not telling you the truth. I don't need an excuse for that. Seriously.

But if you ask me multiple times, then I guess I have nothing left except to tell you my real answer,

"Sorry that I didn't have the courage to tell you.

Sorry that I have been hiding the feelings for you the whole time.

Sorry that I made you the excuse almost in all the writings.

Sorry that I used you as a shield for the broken pieces.

Sorry that I hope for you to be the one and only even in dreams.

I hope you wouldn't judge everything that happened to me. I hope that what I did won't let you down.

Like the air that we need for our lives, I hope you would see all of this as a part of me that I ever need. I hope you would never hate me for all of this.

As I write this, it's true that I still love you, much bigger than yesterday."


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