To be honest, I'm sick of the perfect romantic relationship.
To be honest, I love our little spats and when we're hurtfully truthful with each other.
To be honest, I don't like some of your actions.
To be honest, I think you're perfect but you're the most imperfect person I know.
Truthfully, my honesty seems to be the only option I have left.
You can disagree.
You can fight it.
But opinion is better than no opinion.
And a hurtful truth is better
than
no
truth
at
all.
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