I met someone new recently. Someone who is very kind and generous. Someone whom I could talk and relate to easily. And you know what the best thing about them that I found was?
It was that they didn't ask me for any minor details of myself. They just waited for me to say them by myself, by my own wishes and wanting.
But...
I don't like to tell people the details about me. Why do they to know things so small and unneeded? Does it matter?
After all, when you tell someone the most intricate details, you're letting them know everything there is to learn about you. That's a bad thing, though. A very, very bad thing to tell someone you've only just met.
Because they know too much about you then. They've learned how to destroy you, whether it is slowly and painfully, or swiftly and immediate.
I'm afraid to tell people about me because they might figure it out.
My deepest secret...
I fear that they will learn it, simply by looking at all the other things about me. If it isn't already obvious enough, at least. I don't want it to be obvious though, I will do anything to hide it.
Because I don't want people to look at me differently.
I don't want to be hurt because of what I believe in.
But there are people like that in the world. People who will read you and learn you and hurt you even if you beg them not to. Even if you throw yourself to the ground and ask for mercy, they won't give it to you.
That is my reason.
The reason why I will keep my lips closed.
The reason why I will tell nothing that they do not need to know.
And I will leave no exceptions.
Not my friends, not my family, not even my best friend...
...But then...Why does that feel so wrong?
