Somehow, I forgot to read postsecret last Sunday.  I’ve since remedied that.

One of the things I love most about postsecret is finding a secret that speaks to me.  Whether it’s because I realize that it’s my secret, too, or because it reveals I’m not alone in the world, or because it’s a little too familiar, I don’t know – I suppose it can be all of the above. 

I’m not starting to realize those moments weren’t real.  I keep remembering they weren’t. 

I try to tell myself that this had to happen for the next part of my life to happen, that some day it will all make sense.

I just wish that day would hurry the heck up and get here.

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