you hold all my secrets, all my fears, all my loves, all my embarrassments, and my everythings. i like that i don't share you, and i like that you are there for me in a way that nobody else is. i like that you are trustworthy. i like that you are a crazy little invention of mine that doesn't officially exist. to the box in my heart, you hold the key to my everything, and i doubt you will ever give it away. and i love that.
love the girl who loves too much.
"the only difference between our secrets,
is whether we allow them to evolve into tales of heroism or fear"