The truth.

The truth is, I do not tell either of you everything.

And it is hard to admit.

For I am crude and some truths are hurtful.

Harmful, for me to speak outloud and for you to hear.

For now though, all the confidence I have to let go of some these secret feelings, thoughts, is to write them down.

In that book, that now, till it is filled, I will forever carry around.