Confession

The little lies are the ones that hurt. It’s not the big ones. It’s the omissions that make your world die inside. I cannot believe that you said okay. You said it was okay, and now I’m broken.

You broke me. I can’t take the emotional abuse that you could. I should have never hurt you like I did, but the damage is done. I broke you, and now you’ve broken me and it’s too much to hope that we can be together anymore, in any sense of the word.

I’m sorry that I fell in love with you, not because I didn’t want to be in love, but because I know now that I just hurt myself in the end. I cannot be in love with you anymore, and I want to be, because of how comfortable it was before.

I’m sorry that I can’t do this. I’m sorry that I’m omitting this from you, that I’m telling you this little lie.

This little lie that will hurt so much if you ever guess the truth: I don’t love you anymore, but I will try for you. I will try for the sake of your heart.