She had made it clear that the truth
was what she wanted to know and what mattered the most.
I had promised myself
that I would tell her where I was about us.
But for the past several days I hesitated.
What I had to say was most definitely not a pleasant answer or *the* answer anyone would want to hear.
Seeing her happy had made it even harder. I did not want to somehow destroy that, but she still preferred the truth.
Finally I did say it, but it took prompting from her.
My words went against what she, deep down, had hoped would be.
And she still smiled somehow.
I'm sorry if my hesitation had raised your hopes even higher. That was not my intention.
That would be cruel. It probably was.
You have been insanely understanding and that's something I can't forget.
I don't know if your feelings will eventualy let you still talk to me.