The most important thing to me about the secret i keep from my friends is not “what he did to me that day”, but rather, the reason i dont tell anyone is because when they beg to know, it reminds me that i have people who care. I did not make anything up, something happened that day that i couldnt ever tell, but for some reason, the more they ask, the easier it is to forget about for a little while.

I told him I was interested a few months ago.  We decided to “try
things”.  We went on a few dates, I spent a few nights at his house.  I fell
asleep in his arms and woke up in the same place.  Actually, we’d both
wake up around the same time, separated from one another, but he’d
sleepily pull me close to him again so we could wake up together when his
alarm would go off.  He kissed me in private, and he kissed me like he
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