I do things like this, cause tears. Confrontations are not easy, but sometimes necessary. You tell me, it is the thought that counts and that ironically is the crux of the matter-- there was no thought. But I still love you.
That is it, isn't it? The fear of causing irreparable damage, but the need to speak, to express. Today I spoke and caused tears, but the guilt did not come as it usually does because I believe it was something urgent and necessary. I tempered it with my love. I hope it was enough.
Here is to always being able to speak without fear of losing those we cherish.