it was the perfect time to tell you.
you were there, i was there.
we were sharing deeper than we have the past few weeks.
i knew God was prompting me: slightly nervous, speeding heart rate...
i should have told you.
i chickened out.
i'm afraid of your reaction. what you'll say. what you'll do.
more than that, i think i'm scared that it might cause a dent in my already fragile heart.
i need to tell you.