Crossing the line...

That was not the way I imagined I would tell him how I feel. I never even imagined that I would ever tell him. I just didn't want him to walk away hating me because I wouldn't tell him why the hell I was being the way I was. I couldn't bear that. At least, now, if he hates me for what I said, I would understand. I would rather know why, than to just hold it all inside and try not to act like that anymore.
Everything's going to change now. I know it is. Things will never be the same. I wonder if this is more painful than just having the feeling without having to do anything aside from denying it.