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I’ve begun to really enjoy pulling the covers over my head…not to escape from the world, but to create my own. In my own little world of blankets I can defy all social norms and time is only defined by the cracks of sunlight breaking through the threads.  In my little world, the night shirt I wear signals how little I care about the world outside of the sheets while concluding my evening with an ease of mind and a cool cotton touch.

 

In my little world of tangled blankets and named pillows, secrets can be told in the shadows at the end of a bed.

 

Secrets. I love secrets, they imply something special. Something only to be shared with someone you trust. Sometimes these secrets are so intimate that they must be kept from everyone, including yourself. Yet, I’m beginning to believe some secrets were never meant to be kept. For instance, what am I to do about those secrets your heart tries to keep from your brain? How do you hide from yourself? How do you not reveal a weakness to love? How do you begin to deny your feelings to anyone, when your eyes and smile give you all away?

 

Or—how do you hide from someone you thought you cared about, that you stopped caring oh so long ago.

 

Third try, how do you look into a friends eyes and can’t speak a word to her honestly until you know you’ve broken her heart.

 

Where’s the book? Truthfully, it’s not that we don’t have the answers, but it’s the fact that we want to check the formula. We want to know that there is no other choice than to suck it up and deal with the situation at hand. But if only there was a book! For if there was a book--it would be so simple to state out loud, “Well the answer is obvious, on page 69 in the Book of Life, it states, All is fair in love and war.”

 

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