We all have secrets, something that we doesn’t want anyone to know, something that’s personal, which remain to be ours forever. The heart is like a diary that holds thousand of secrets and sometimes it could just be like a dustbin where we keep on stuffing with more trash day by day. At some point it overflows and that’s when all the secrets flow out as well.
Sometimes I ask myself. Why do I keep things to myself? Why shouldn’t it be told to someone else? Why do I keep trivial matters as secrets? But whenever I start to look for answers, I will end up with more questions instead. Maybe it’s because I’m just a secretive person. I need my personal space. They don’t have to know all the things about my self.
Are you willing to share someone that you love with another person? Certainly a no, and I’m in love with my secrets and I am not sharing it anyone!
P.S: well, I hope I'm not crapping here!!!! :P