I held back all of what I felt because I thought it was for the best. I feel so much better now that I am able to express my adoration. In my preemptive attempts to hold back heartbreak, I had filled my heart with sadness and despair instead. I held back because I was afraid of getting hurt, but in my avoidance, I felt crushed under the weight of your hurting gaze. I turned a blind eye to what was important because I was paranoid and jealous. I thought to myself, someone as amazing as you would surely slip away from my fingers, would surely hurt me, would surely abandon me. I think maybe it's a dishonour to think that way of you. It's a dishonour to assume the worst from you. I believe that you love me, and I know that I love you. That's more than enough of a reason for me to keep you warm.