(this is an excerpt from last year’s journal, written in early January as I was starting to pack my life into boxes)
THIS is a love note:
Through the abandoning of my defensive mechanisms, I am reluctantly forced to admit exactly how I feel about you.
My discipline, my pride has, up until this point, prevented me from telling you exactly how I feel.
I do not wish to manipulate or pressure you, but as you have asked for this note, here it is: