I have a secret.
A secret I haven't shared with anyone yet.
Because I'm afraid of the consequences of sharing it
It can make me happy.
Or it can hurt me.
Now, let me tell you a story.
Once, I told my friends I had a boyfriend.
And although I was joking, they didn't believe me.
They said I would have told them before if I liked anyone.
They said that that was a secret I couldn't keep.
A secret I would always share with them.
I don't like secrets.
They destroy relationships.
Or they eat you alive.
But I know better.
I know better than to trust this secret to them.
Because the truth always comes out.
And I prefer it coming out later.
When these feelings are not there anymore.
Yeah, my secret is about feelings.
Feelings I have for a boy.
Feelings my friends don't know about.
So, when they said I couldn't keep this sort of secret,
They didn't know how wrong they they were.
Because I am keeping a secret.
I love someone.
But I'll keep this secret.
Because I prefer his friendship,
Than nothing at all.