Telling You Was The Easy Part.

I had never felt so sure about something in my life. The words came out with such ease; you would’ve thought I had given it no second thought.

I love you.

I practiced writing it down before I said it. I wanted to be sure of it before I did it. Not that I wasn’t thinking about it for weeks on.

The complicated part wasn’t until afterward, though, right? Because telling you wasn’t exactly the part that I was worried about. I guess it was more of a two-part fear.

One, I think it was the thought of would you want to say it back, or would you just be pressured into it?

Maybe I’m a coward. I would’ve said it before, but I wanted to make sure I wasn’t going to be the only one.

I’m a coward because even though I knew it was probably not the right thing, I whispered it. I didn’t say it at the top of my lungs as I should’ve.

It wouldn’t have been easy; I would’ve been a deer in the headlights.

Telling you that I love you wasn’t the hard part; that was easy.

Showing you that I love you was what I’ve failed at.