The Guilty Heart

Dear Delyara, I did something bad. Not 'illegal' bad, but 'hurt a good person' bad. I lied to someone who trusted me, and I did it for no reason other than my own insecurity. I can’t tell them the truth yet—I’m too much of a coward—but the guilt is eating my stomach like acid. I am writing this here because I need to see the words in front of me. I am a liar. There. I said it. Maybe if I see it on the screen, I can start to become someone who tells the truth. Delyara, keep my secret until I’m brave enough to own it.