Psst...can I tell you a secret, oh online blog? And it will be a secret, because nobody knows about you. None of my friends are aware that you exist. Only the faceless crowds who browse the community might stumble across you, and I don't care if they know. Will you be my hole in the ground? Will you hear my little secret?
I like a boy. He's sweet, adorable, witty, and hilarious. We've only gone on one date, but I like him. I like him a lot.
Keep this to yourself. Let milkweeds and bluegrass and stalks of fennel grow over the earth with which I bury this secret. Let them whisper it into the winds, if they like, and let that wind carry it like dandelion fluff around the world. I don't mind, because by then, I'll have either let him know just how much I like him, hoping he feels the same way, or I'll have once again found myself in the position of the fool.
And I'm okay with that.
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