Tuesday, May 15, 2012

I’m in a pickle. And I hate secrets.

I've gotten myself into a bit of a pickle and I'm uncertain about how to get out of it.

Kind of developed a bit of an "attachment" to someone. Not in a "I'm falling in love" kind of way. More like the "it's been fun hanging out with you, let's do it every day" kind of attachment. It's weird. And it's very dangerous.

Dangerous because of who the person is. It's not someone I could openly walk through town holding hands with. It's not someone I could invite out to dinner at the last minute. It's not someone I could call in the middle of a normal day and chat with.

It's a secret. A big giant secret. And even if you were stalking my house after work every day, you'd still never know who it was.

I HATE secrets.

1 comment:

  1. Sounds like something you might not shoula got into.

    You been hanging out with "Wego" havent you?