I love secrets – and I’d like to think I’m good at keeping others’ confidence but when it comes to my own secret I just want to tell everyone about it. More like I want to shout it at the top of my lungs from the highest place in town so that the most people hear me. It comes bursting out of me, like the fireworks on the 4th of July.
I’ve got the best secret – I’m bursting to tell you all about it, but alas – I will not.
I just wanted to share the torture.