I hate to admit it, but it's happening again. I don't want to feel vulnerable. I hate that feeling. Feeling like I'm the only one. Being unsure of how the other person feels. How the other person will react when I unveil. I'm afraid. Terrified, actually; to tears.

I like progress. Watching something grow over time. This is not. Nor do I think that it ever will. Everyday I'm afraid of what's to come. Biting my tongue. Making sure not to say anything to offend. Leaving my tracks to be examined, and being honest to a fault. Stripping myself bare. Taking that risk. The extra step.

I care. Why? Why???

I should tell him how I feel. It's time.