
To be honest, I think of you as my brother. I look up to you. I use you as a role model in tough situations. I admire you.
To be honest, I have a fear of disappointing you. The naturopath told me that I am not the cause of any person's disappointment ever, but I still have this fear.

To be honest, it sometimes makes me sick when I think of how you put up with her. She treats you like shit, and yet you don't try to stop her. I don't understand what you see in her, and I probably never will.
To be honest, I'll probably never approve of the two of you. I'd like to think that if you ever got married, that you would ask me to be your best man, but if you married her, I know you wouldn't ask because keeping a fiancée happy at the wedding is more important than coddling your friend's ego.

To be honest, I simply want you to be happy. The question of whether or not what makes you happy is what is best for you is non-applicable.
To be honest, I'll probably never be able to tell you any of this to your face because I'm am hopelessly terrible at serious face to face communication.
To be honest...
Okay, so I am much beyond being over-tired while I'm writing this. There is this little voice inside my head that is telling me not to write this, not to publish this, not to even complete the thought. I'm ignoring it. Oh well! Now I challenge you, reader, to think of your own "to be honest..."
Peace and good night!
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