‘Confession is not betrayal. What you say or do doesn't matter: only feelings matter. If they could make me stop loving you -- that would be the real betrayal.'

𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥. 𝙈𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙥 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚. 𝘐𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵, 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘴. 𝙈𝙮 𝙥𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙣𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙚𝙙𝙜𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛. 𝘕𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜.