…if one of them is dead.
The thing about secrets is they divide people. They cause riffs, misunderstandings, people jumping to conclusions because they don’t have all the facts. Which is one reason why I hate them. But at the same time, secrets serve as a protection, whether it be for yourself or pertaining to someone you love.
So why is it so hard to keep a secret? Sometimes for good reasons. Because they’re exciting, because they’re nerve wrecking, because you want to shout it from the rooftops.
Other times, the reasons aren’t quite as good. Because you’re afraid, because you’re not sure it’s the right time, because there are other people affected by your secret.
So what do you do when you have to keep one? Especially when you know that just telling it would explain so much to so many people who are completely misunderstanding you?