"You know, it's not exactly easy for me to put you off my mind every moment I have.
Ever since that confession, you had been (uncontrollably) appearing all the time in my head. In fact, I don't even know what I should do at this point.
Maybe I'm just messed up, not knowing what to do, and hence choosing to ignore these facade of mine. Maybe I'm just afraid, afraid of how to face you after all these happened.
I know, I know you're definitely affected by what I did now... but I'm even more afraid of hurting you over time. It's scary, and I'm sure you know how that felt. "
And after all these, I couldn't make myself send this message to you.
I am still afraid. Afraid of the damage I could possible caused you. Afraid of the hope that I might shatter. Afraid of everything that could hurt you.
In the end, I couldn't even take that risk. Especially when it involves you.
Perhaps, I am afraid of facing the truth.