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.