all people have secrets.
we have that handful of pieces of precious memories that is always kept in that special hidden space no one else knows. more often, these special secrets are shared memories. of a walk on a beach of pebbles, a bus or a boat ride, a sunset, a dance and a drink. a touch. a kiss.
it only has a special meaning to us. no one else.
we lie, say nothing or just smile to keep our secrets hidden how ever painful some of them may be.
once in a while our eyes glaze over at a sudden recollection of something and we're swept back to that park bench talking and laughing. and then everything else seems a little happier. or a little sadder.
maybe one of these days we can have coffee and exchange life stories. that would certainly be an interesting experience.