DoctorFiction

Yes, secrets. Of course I have them, and if appropriate, I could probably tell you about them. You'd hear me out, I don't doubt; you'd sit and listen and be there to hear me. But then you'd know. Then I'd see it in your eyes every time you looked at me. It would never be the same. We'd be broken. You'd never look at me in the same light. I'm not sure if that's good or bad. But it worries me, ever since I heard you talk about it that one night in the car. No. I don't think you can know. Not now. Maybe not for a while. Maybe never.