There are words that I want you to know, that I bear it for so long—but history keeps on holding me back.

An indelible past I’m afraid will repeat itself whenever I take the wrong moment telling you what I really feel—then suddenly ended up being disappointed.

I will never do things again that gave me trepidation, knowing I am much vulnerable to rejection.

That is why I kept those words for three years to myself, and choose to stay with you without saying anything.