We all think we can keep a secret
I know I have never revealed anything told to me, or sent to me, or given to me. I have never passed on gossip, idle chat, or cruel rumour. And I have never uttered the name of a lover. or a past lover, or longed for lover, to anyone.
We all know we can keep secret
But when the secret is a betrayal of the one who knows us best, then the secret itself refuses to be kept.
It whispers itself in every word, every half truth, in every lie, in every nuance, in every falsehood we speak. It sends hints in every look, in every gesture, in every glance, in every lowered pair of eyes. It mutters in every evasion, every digression, every fabrication, every prevarication.
It half shows itself when we hungrily check our phone for expected messages. Though we try so hard to remain unnoticed.
It never gives itself away completely.
But it says enough.
Never believe you can keep a secret.
Not from one who loves you.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Jack Vettriano