November 5, 2008
Then there was the secret. Secret's can eat you up inside. They sit just below the surface, like a cut finger. You forget mostly that it's there- but on some level you don't forget and as you are busying yourself with the other things that fill your day, and it reminds you. It jolts you right back to the place and time that you didn't want to be reminded of. Thats the thing with secrets. That was the thing with this secret. I had taken that which wasn't mine. Nobody knew. I knew. You were married. And not to me.