Three little words

There is something I need to tell you,
But I do not know how.
My heart is willing to shout it out,
But my mind will not let me speak.

How will you react?
What will happen to us?
Can we stay friends?

There is something I need to tell you,
But I do not know how.
My heart is willing to shout it out,
But my mind will not let me speak.

What if you reject me?
What if you hate me?
What shall I do?

What was once said cannot be taken back.

You bring me joy and harmony.
You are able to calm my restless mind.
You distract me from my sorrows.
You help me solve my problems.

Why can't I trust my own feelings? An almost perfect friendship at the brink of destruction because I feel more than friendship. You are a great friend and our friendship probably would endure my confession to you. But what if not? Things won't ever be the same again after I tell you. This inner conflict is tearing me apart: Telling you could bring me joy or sorrow. Not telling you would do the same.

This problem is physically affecting me.
All I know is there are three little words that can change everything. For better or worse, I still have to decide if our friendship is strong enough for me to risk it, or if my health is strong enough for me to keep silent.