But I can't do it to early... And to late. That's hard.
And there's a second thing. I gotta be sure. Am I? Yes. Because if I wasn't sure, would I be so confused? So worried about the situation I mentioned about in last post? I guess not.
So the confession above, engraved on the tree bark is real. And true. I love you. And I'll tell you that soon. I promise.