Liar

To say anything other than that I have failed you would be a gross understatement. The sadness that I feel at having betrayed your trust so thoroughly once again is inexcusable. As I sit here, I listen to the theme music of The Lich King and the death of Darth Vader. I consider the place of each and though similar in their fall, I hope that my heart will continue beating with hope for redemption. I hope I have the courage to save you and myself as Vader did rather than allow my soul to be consumed by hatred and darkness. The subtle ache in my chest swells as I imagine the end of the Prince of Lordaeron and the utter darkness that shrouds his final moments. Both of these tragic figures began as the hope of their people, both succumbed to fear. My lies show my weakness. They show my fear. Hurting you is my greatest fear. Yet, to do so with truth, though it may still cause pain, would be a much better alternative to hurting your with the greater pain of lies. Each lie weakens trust, each lie is found out, and each lie builds on the ones before. I see my folly. I see my cowardice. Time will be the only recompense I can afford you until trust is regained. I love you.