I have a secret and it’s burning a hole in my pocket. It’s burning a hole in my fingers, which are dying to write about it, but I can’t. I promised.
I hate secrets.
Two people that are very close to me made me promise that I would never write about them on my blog or on Facebook again. I have a secret about them and I cannot divulge it. And I won’t. I gave them my word.
It’s killing me.
Did I mention that I hate secrets?