I have this secret, that I have only told few of my friends, so deep so dark, so shameful. It eats you from inside, slowly sapping your life. But the thing that could give you most comfort, the truth, is not an option. By speaking I would destroy another life, one of the few people I truly love.
So I am despised and hated in secret, the people I know not knowing they hate me. They would if they knew, I do too. The man I adore would not want to know me if he knew. How can we love when we have to hide secrets? How can we breath?