59. Confession

It's something I just can't bring myself to say to you. I can shout it to the stars or whisper it to my pillows but never say it to your face.

I prefer it to remain my secret--my own delicious secret that can whisk me away to where ever you are. It's my dream land where I know that I am safe and can love from afar.

Confessing would just ruin that.

And I seem to have fallen in love with my own world so much that I prefer it to you. Perhaps it is selfish; perhaps it is silly. Whatever it is, I shall love you like this.