That day, it was revealed
I had this one day to know a secret.
Your secret, to be exact.
It was all over me all of a sudden. Plastered on my lips, gripped among my thoughts, held at the tips.
But I guess, that this hush-hush isn’t really that to be excited to. To be lived through, and to get much from. But you are my friend, the closest among the rest, and that I am honoured and in joy to be trusted upon to know and keep this.
And because of the fact that this secret is about your special someone.
And I was in joy to know that part.
Classes started, half-hour breaks were tended, chit-chats have been going on and on, and I waited until dismissal.
And finally, I had this time to know the secret.
I asked, you hesitated to answer.
Then the talk went to different matters, to diverted views. And we just laughed the whole time and thought through things.
But then I went back, and asked you again.
You paused. You looked away. You cleared your throat. You registered my way. You turned to me. You hesitated, for the most part.
I questioned you through my eyes—and through your eyes I found the answer.
I didn’t know how to react. To say words in response.
I knew it now.
I am the secret.