And just like that, I found myself alone in my bedroom. I was sitting on my bed, leaving you yet another voicemail where I could not form coherent words through the tears. And just as I expected, you never once returned my calls. You probably thought I was mentally unstable. I was. But you made me that way.
You told me we could not tell anyone about us. You told me you wanted to keep it hidden. I complied because I was young and I was scared to tell people who I really was, just like you were. You never wanted to go out in public. You never wanted to be seen with me. And after a while, I began to take it personally. And I began to stand up for myself.
But all secrets eventually surface. Secrets cannot be kept, cannot be trusted to remain in the dark forever.
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