Can you keep a secret?
I’m assuming you said yes? Maybe?
It depends on the secret?
Well I have a secret. I’m actually full of them. Today my secret is, sometimes I wish I never left home. That I wake up in the middle of the night, wishing that I was anywhere but here. I have you and her, she and he. Them. All of them back home. If I was near them, if I was close to you maybe then I wouldn’t worry about you so much. I don’t have anyone here. I have no one. I am painfully and utterly alone.
But if I was there, I’d have you and we can talk. Make plans and discuss obscurity. We could be together and that great big aching hole in my heart would be full again.
