Confessions

There are words that are meant for the solitude of the night and the loving cradle of a pillow that has been the recipient of one too many hushed confessions and shy smiles hidden from prying eyes.

There are words you do not say in front of the person who matters the most, because the agony of not knowing is better than the harsh finality of rejection.

There are words you wish you could shout from the rooftops for the world to hear, but end up dumping in a corner of the internet, hoping the anonymity masks your cowardice, too.

These are those words.