He had to tell you, he just didn't know how. He's leaning against the counter in your apartment, watching you as you chatter about the kittens that are on donation near your work and bake a cake that will probably be very sweet due to the amount of sugar you throw in the pot. You are so adorable and he is more and more in love, you have been dating for three months. You met when he started working at your father's small grocery store, the only place that didn't ask for a criminal history. He was once an ex-convict, at a time when his family could barely support themselves he sold drugs near nightclubs, and he spent a good five years in prison for that. Deep down he didn't want to tell you, but he needed to. He takes a deep breath and says, his tone somewhat fearful.

"Love, there's something I need to tell you..."