Why do I find it so hard to speak the truth, when another's happiness is at stake? Why do I hide my opinions for fear of upsetting another? By the time I finally let down my false front and make the truth known, it has become dangerous enough to hurt, to stab.

Should your feelings matter to me? Because isn't it so, that if I speak the truth sooner, I'd hurt you less?

But what if I need to wait until I have no choice but to tell the truth? It's hard for me to hurt anyone's feelings. Until it's completely necessary. Or until it hurts me more than it could hurt you.