I want to say something. Share all the happiness I'm feeling. But somehow it feels too intimate. Or maybe you won't be interested.
A part of me fears the reader will find themselves here, like I've betrayed their confidence. Even if it's joy they bring.
A part of me knows I won't let go of power. Boundaries are for crossing, but never shall they be crossed.
Why can't I just tell a story straight, not to you or my friends in private.
