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.
To you:
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.
I'm sorry.