This is my secret.

Dear you,

I know you still read my space, but you don't know I still read yours. Thought I forgot? You thought wrong.

Time to cool down wasn't what I needed. It's my fear of facing you, because everything I said or did hurt you in a way or another, and I knew there wasn't much of a chance to turn back. All my life, I've been running away, but I guess I've nowhere else to run to anymore, so this is it, I'm stopping to catch a breath. Now, don't you run away.

Forgive my rashness, insensitivity, negligence and basically all of my flaws. I'm ready to listen when you're ready to speak.

I'm sorry.

Speaking about your space, my stomach's calling out to me.