Innocence Maintained

I feel that someone should know the truth. And by that someone, of course I mean you. You were the one I loved. I adored you. I could never tell you, and I know that hurt you.

I was sure you wouldn't accept me. If I tell you the truth, the underlying hope is that you might understand. I'm not sure anyone else would understand if they read this before you, but I don't know.

After the first one, I was sure I'd never be able to see it done again. First one what? You might be asking. You thought you knew me better than anyone. You still do. I can't imagine what you might feel when I give you this.

I'm too much of a coward to speak to you face to face. I don't know if I would be able to finish. So I'm writing it all down.

There are several ways I could start this, why I did what I did. Why I never told you. Perhaps the first time...though, that might be a little too strong to begin. Maybe I should start by telling you a little bit about me.

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