“You’re the only one who can know my secret. You mustn’t tell a soul. I couldn’t bear it if someone else found out. Once one person finds out, they’ll tell their friends who’ll tell their friends and soon everyone will know. Eventually, my parents would hear about it. Not to mention, Shelly. She’d be certain to never talk to me again if she knew. So you mustn’t say anything. Promise me you won’t say anything.”
I wait for a nod or some sort of acquiescence before I divulge my horrible secret. The secret that would ruin my life and turn my world upside down. I hesitate and debate quickly whether I should even tell this person. Telling someone, I’m running a risk of this no longer being a secret and that would destroy me. Yet, I can’t keep it bottled up inside any longer. The knowledge being contained, locked in my mind and heart is slowly eating me up inside. I have to share! Did I choose wisely, my compadres? Should I worry? Should I tell another?
He nods, slowly, cautiously, and I’m even wearier. Surely he wouldn’t tell my secret. Surely, he wouldn’t want to see my life torn asunder.
I’m confident I can share that…