There’s something that I’ve been thinking about and wondering about and I’m very curious: am I the only one who knows?*
I hope I am. I have to be the only one who knows! I wouldn’t be able to deal with it if he knows. I’ve kept it to myself for so long. I thought I had anyway. Hell, I even tried lying to myself so that nobody else caught on. But now, maybe I’ve been kidding myself. Maybe he can read me better than I thought. I’ve always put up such a good front. Now I’m not sure. I’m not sure of anything anymore.
If he knows, what will I do? How will I face him? Worse yet, what happens if he decides to do something with what he knows! He could ruin my life, my love, my everything. I can’t ask if he knows. That would surely give it away. I can’t chance that. And I can’t chance this ruining my life.
There’s only one choice. I will be the only one who knows. No matter what.
*I stole the first line of this post from Then We Came To The End, by Joshua Ferris.
The Stolen Lines experience was thought up by the one-and-only Law With Grace.
