I think I need to accept that we're not meant for "facebook official"
We were hidden behind locked doors, whispers in ears, hidden under covers with a substance we could blame our actions on.
We weren't meant to hang on each other in front of people who could tell. I'm good at keeping secrets, I promise. But I've never fallen In love with one.
I don't think you intended that to happen. I don't think you intended to fall in love with it either.
But your legs have always been ready to run. So when it became clear that we could happen. That the curtain would be pulled, you wanted no part of it.
And I think I need to accept that we weren't meant to be known.