And it hurts me to think you might never know
Jun had faced death twice in the last few days. Who knew how many more times she would face it before this war was over? Much as I hated to admit it to myself, we just didn't know what the future held, and it was entirely possible that one, or both, of us might not be alive to see the end of this war.
Could I allow Jun die without ever letting her know how I felt? Even if she was happy now, didn't she deserve to know what was in my heart? Didn't she deserve to know that she was loved?
Even worse, what would happen if I died, and Jun were left alive, feeling alone, never knowing that she had been the most important part of my life?
I couldn't do that to her.
What was more, I couldn't do it to myself. These last few moments with Jun had shown me that she might have the same feelings.
The potential was there⦠if only I had the courage to ask.
Could I deny myself the opportunity to find out how she would respond? The opportunity to be with Jun in every way, as I had so often longed to be?
If I didn't tell her, would I always regret not doing so? Would she find someone else, and drift away? If I didn't tell her now, there was no guarantee that I would be able to, later on.
This might be my last chance to tell her the truth.
