I love to write more than I speak.
My mind is filled with endless confrontations. Of meaningless self debates. Of 'what ifs'. Of what could be. Of what might have been. Lastly, of thoughts I can never get rid off, wondering if it's right to speak of words I'm sure I'll regret saying right after.
Night after night, I stay up late wondering how good it must be to be fully understood. To be capable of at least speaking the whole truth. The way I feel. The way I think about things.
I should confront you. I should say how I truly feel. Pros and cons be damned.
Next time, fide et fortitudine, I will.