The joy of being your secret love, finally feeling happy again… It’s easy when you’re standing in front of me. I’m camouflaged in your background.
You’re unaware of my private hell. I avoid triggering your anxiety. It’s exhausting, fighting the urge to share my day.
Figuring out the pieces of you. Reminding myself that there’s an ocean of difference between us, literally divided by the past. Individually etched out and moulded by our youth.
Today was not easy for either of us. I had to break your heart with the truth… maybe it’s not supposed to be. It’s no secret!