I can feel you looking at me from across the room; eyes roaming over my body. I don't mind. I never have.

Truth is, even from the beginning, I could feel it; that tension. When we'd spar and get a little warmer than we should have. Made you think I didn't though, didn't I? Then, you were gone, off to lap up his love like a puppy. You'd never known how that felt; I can't blame you for wanting it.

Truth is, I'm angry with myself. I could have given you that feeling; made you feel loved. But, I didn't. Hell if I know why. I was afraid or just plain not ready.

Truth is, I went to visit you; while you were asleep. I had to sneak in though your window. I'd sit for hours and just watch you. I think you dreamt; your face so smooth and emotionless at times would grow angry and then hurt.

Truth is, I wanted to do something, but I couldn't. I wasn't ready.

I'm ready now. I'm willing you to stand up, take the few steps across this room, and solve all of our problems. Or…at least to try. Because….the truth is…

I love you.