Well, I did it.
I said the most important words I've ever said, to the most wonderful person I've ever known.
I told her everything. Ev. Rey. Thing.
I just don't know.
I've got nothing left. I've done all I can do. I've said all I can say.
Maybe I've ruined everything. But if I did, at least it was with the truth. If those words turn out to be my final words to her*, then it's fitting that they were also the most important. The most real.
And the most overdue. Mustn't forget that.
It's so tempting to stop now. Writing. Talking. Communicating in any way with anyone at all.
It all seems so trivial to me now.
Lesser purposes and all that...
* - They were not.