Because I Promised

Preface | Because I wrote it.

Two years ago, I made a promise. I promised you that I would never forget, and that I would find a way to tell you everything I've ever held back. I said that no matter how hard it was, I would write you a journal, so that one day you knew what was going through my mind every second of every day. You asked me why I couldn't just tell you.

Here's the reason, two years later: I knew that we wouldn't last. I knew that one day, we would be strangers again and I also knew that you would change. I knew that you would become a completely different person from the one I fell in love with.

I also knew that I had cancer, and that I wouldn't live long enough to tell you everything.

So here it goes, every little thing I've ever held back, every time I've bitten my tongue or kept my opinion a small thought to myself.

I can't promise you'll like this. In fact, you'll hate it.

But you'll read it, because I wrote it.