Filled to bursting with other people’s secrets.
Oddly, it’s not a heavy feeling at all, not this time. I feel light and buoyant, glowing with all the hope and potential, all the stored up energy of everything that could happen, that might happen, that will happen. It makes me wonder a little why all this good news has to be hushed up, why the fresh beginnings need to be contained in excited whispers, rather than, if not shouted from a rooftop, at least exclaimed. Is our society that against public displays of happiness? Silly fishy. This is just another case of covering all bases. In the event of something falling through, much easier to recover from a couple quiet conversations and texty missives. Better to explain to just a few people, better not to have to face pity in the faces of those you see everyday.
Part of me understands. I remember that feeling, like holding something precious, mythical, new. I also remember not being able to keep it to myself for more than a day, overwhelmed by the enormity of the happiness, the desire to share with the world, to celebrate.
And I ain’t so afraid of losing something that I ain’t gonna try to have it.
I guess Zoe didn’t say anything about including others in her plans.
Your secrets are safe with me; don’t worry. I just wonder sometimes if you think they’re safe with you.