Well, I am trying to anyway. But I think I’m going to do it. I could do it right now, if it weren’t because I would like to do it in person instead. So, I posted a question online (wouldn’t you like to know where?), and I got a lot of good answers. The most salient was “tell him, you’ve got nothing to lose.” So, I’ll toast to “nothing to lose.” In any case, by not saying anything, I may have everything to lose instead. So, I’m going to talk to him soon. I just don’t know when.

So, all the points people have brought up so far, are rather legitimate; and I had previously thought about all of them, which is one of the reasons it has taken me this long to make up my mind. Plus I needed to see him again, just to be sure. So, I have and I have (check, check). Anyhow, there is only one thing, death, over which I have no control, and I have thought about it. But then I was told the story of a woman who said that the rest of her life in pain was worth the 21 years she had with him. I am not expecting anywhere close to another 21 years, but I think they’ll probably be worth the pain too. So, I have decided: I’m gonna tell. If it works, good; and if it doesn’t I don’t have to go on with my life wondering.