How often do you think that you know someone and then suddenly they uncovered themselves, and shook the whole world? Your little world anyway.
Probably not too often.
Lately, I have trouble being honest. Truth be told, I am quite big on honesty but this is like I spit on my own face? No? Ok. Maybe that's the wrong phrase. I'm not the effing Queen, you know.
I have been living in lies and deception. It is so hard not being able to talk about my fascination, the object of desire, the sexcapades (as if!) and the inner feelings. It feels like if I'm hiding this part of myself I'm hiding the best part of me.
What would happen if my sister found out the truth? Would I be cast aside? Abandon like a forgotten history. I asked myself, "Dare I risk it?"
Who am I kidding?
My silliness has come back. Five folds. In the middle of the night, I said the name and lie panting. Crush? So juvenile.
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