Secrets

I stumbled through my words, knees bloodied and shoelaces untied. Getting through to them was always an impossible feat. I never thought the constant to be a disgusted expression that ruins a handsome face or even the lack of concern in their eyes. Instead, I thought I was broken and strange. Each of them made a list of my faults. 

I know better now. I realize that I’m not broken or strange. I was young and unaware of the true meaning of love. Google had me chasing infatuation and sizzling butterflies rather than a concerned friend that is willing to hold me until morning. 

I’m no longer afraid to stumble through hard to understand feelings. I’m not embarrassed by my irrational fears and jealousy. I’m not ashamed of the way I am. You’ve never once judged me or gotten angry at the way my heart works. This is what love is. There’s no secrets to be kept, and there’s no reason to keep secrets.