fascinating discussion last night in a gloomy bar on sunset.
all about secrets.
babe was saying how she and her man have things they keep from each other.
truest is coming home saturday and is it weird we dont have any secrets?
arent there people who you want and need to tell all your secrets to? and shouldnt that also be the person you fall asleep with?
or are those people to be kept at a distance? now im confused.
i suppose i have secret blogs and secret boxes and secret hard drives and books.
paintings and drawings and mix tapes and identities.
but isnt the thrill of loving someone testing the bounds of how disgusting they think you are.
and when they know all of that and still love you, then it really is love?
maybe thats a secret too