Written in the Paper

CL.

I'm so afraid to tell you the truth.

That I have had feelings for you for a while now.

That other people are finding out and now they're using that as a new way to make me feel sad.

That I now have to make excuses for why I'm a bit distracted when talking to you; it's not because of my feelings, it's because I don't want you to find out, it would ruin everything.

That tomorrow I have to see you, confront you about someone saying you're pretending to care about me, and you're response is one that I cannot predict.

Tomorrow can't come soon enough.