Paul was taking a shower. His dairy was unlocked and sat on the dinning room table. It was practically begging to be read. I picked it up and read the most recent entry.
I went to therapy for the first time today, it was bizarre. Telling someone my thoughts is so weird. I didn't tell him about John, I didn't want him to call the cops on me. I'm going to have too at some point because loving him has been a good distraction. It's also been the only good secret I have.
"John?" I dropped the diary and looked at Paul. Paul looked like he was about to burst into tears.
"It's-not-what-it-looks-like!" I rushed.
"It looks like you've been reading my diary." His voice cracked as he choked back tears.
"Well then... it is what it looks like." I tried to joke.
Paul was shaking, I couldn't tell if he was angry or sad. I wish I would be anywhere else but here. Paul started crying, he looked so scared.
"I'm sorry." I gave him a hug and Paul cried into my shoulder. He tightly hold onto me.
"It's fine."
"No! It's not fine I shouldn't have."
Paul cried for a few minutes before stopping. He pulled away from my arms. He looked at me like he was trying to figure out what to say next.
"I love you." I said with a smile.
"Platonically?"
"No."
He gave a sigh of relief before a grin that spread from ear to ear. He looked so happy. He ran back to my arms and pulled me tight.