i haven’t told anyone. i’m tempted to blurt it all out. when secrets are said, does it break the spell, magic gone? i don’t know, so i haven’t said a word, because this magic is something special.
i want to keep it all to myself. a moment later, i want to post it on facebook and the 6 o’clock news. luckily, it’s past 6 o’clock so i missed my chance today.
is the joy found only in the secrecy of keeping something all to yourself, or is there a separate joy that rises from the ashes of a secret spilled, a joy that’s bigger than the joy of the inside joke, the private info?