It's just hit me how much I have hidden from you in the past year and a half. I didn't mean to, I swear. It felt like small things, unimportant things. But I'm realizing that they were a LOT of small things, and none of them were unimportant. I'm going to have to tell you the truth when I see you in August. Promise not to hate me, please... I won't be able to handle you telling me that you don't trust me anymore. That would break me.