The most important things are the hardest things to say. they are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them - words shrink things that My Heart Vision of you seemed  limitless when they were in your head to no more than the living size then they're brought out. but it's more than that, isn't it? the most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. and you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. that's the worst, i think. when the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear.
My Green One, I hope I am.

When you love someone you should tell them, right? What’s the point of keeping that all inside. Never sharing it with the only person you’d ever want to tell. Walking around with this. Love burden on your heart. Makes you want to stand on her door, Shout it out from the street that; “I love you!” What have you got to lose? Aside from you and me and us and everything. No, the loss is too great. The risk is too much. you’d rather secret love her forever than ever Tell her the truth.
So I’ll whisper it now, scribble it on this paper, Tell only my heart’s version of you— A version that brings you to my arms, Breathes in your hair and asks, What was I waiting for?— That I love you. It just happened. I really really love you.