My face. I feel it burn red, red as the setting sun. I feel the glow as it slowly spreads across my scarred skin, my blush, no longer contained to my cheeks. I feel my crooked teeth move. They try to smile, my jaws clamped shut, but my nervous, shaking voice rambles word by word about nothing and everything. I feel my hands, my tools with which I write these words, shake as though they are trapped with in the hurricane. Soon, my entire being, hands, feet, everything is shaking like a frail leaf in the eye of the storm. The worst is yet to come. The truth is coming out. My jaw clamped shut to trap the words in, but my crooked teeth leave windows, and soon I feel the words coming out.

"I love you."

There is no turning back.