Confession.

For a longer time now I've wanted to say something, something damn important. I just can't wait until I do it, say it. I guess you know what words I'm talking about. 

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.