eMpTy scrapbook

My dearest friend,
You have been telling me half truths and white lies.
But I believed you.
A part of me understands, if you will not tell me everything; but another part of me is puzzled, why wouldn't you tell your best friend about your true condition?
I heard that your friends are all worried about you.
I instantly got worried.
Just how serious is it? Should I be worried?
I fear you might have told me half truths again.
But you said you are fine.
And I believe you.
You told me not to worry, and I really didn't worry.
I have that much faith in you.
I hope, however, that you will not take advantage of our distance.
Will you tell me the whole truth?