It was painfully obvious, wasn't it. A statement that rang too true through my mind as I was gathering my courage up; usually I was a coward and had someone else do it or write a note. No, I had to do this in person, I just had to. I guess I had to prove to myself that I could do it. I said to myself that today would be the day as the first few sun rays filtered in through the blinds of the bedroom window.
It was painfully obvious, in the way I greeted him and the way I talked to him. Yet I carried on as if it wasn't obvious. For weeks I gathered the courage and try as I might, the right moment never seemed to come. I decided maybe I shouldn't tell the boy with the glasses and curly hair. But if I didn't, I'd keep torturing myself with this bit of information. My heart yearned to be free of this pathetic secret as if it would burst if it's secret wasn't divulged.
Finally I could bear this suffering no more and