There's a reason
I haven't said everything yet.
Not because
I don't feel it—
but because
I do.
Too deeply
to treat it lightly.
Because once I say it—
once I look at you
and let the truth
leave my lips—
this won't be
just a feeling anymore.
It will be real.
And real things
don't disappear easily.
They stay.
They grow.
They demand honesty.
And I don't want to say it
unless I'm ready
to stand by it.
Fully.
Completely.
Without doubt.
Because you deserve that.
You deserve words
that don't change
with time.
You deserve love
that doesn't weaken
when things get difficult.
And that's what
I'm preparing myself for.
Not just to feel—
but to commit.
So when I finally say it—
when I stop holding back
and let you hear
everything I've been carrying—
I don't want it
to sound beautiful.
I want it
to be true.
And truth…
takes time.