post secrets.

everyone has secrets, only the cowardly keep them to themselves.

it really was me who wrote the letter and put it on your car all those years ago, begging you to not marry her. it's kind of funny; you married her anyway, got divorced, and ended up with me years later. it's kind of weird the way things turn out. five years ago i would have said you were the devil - the worst thing to ever happen to me, king of all assholes. now you're the guy i measure all the others agains. when you recalled the story, not recalling it was me, i laughed and told you i would never do that. sorry for lying. p.s. it was also me who egged your house and stole the sign. i was young and stupid, what more do you want? :)

i've known for a long time that you were dying when nobody else did. the doctors said you were fine but there was still that something in your eyes; a sign of quitting. i knew you were giving up and rightfully so, you have lived an impressive life. now that you really are sick i'm trying to stay strong for him but on the inside i'm freaking out. you are a legend, a role model, a definition of what it means to be a woman. having visualized you as a pillar of strength for my entire life, it's hard to see you weakening, leaning on others for help. there are still so many things about you and your life that i don't know. hopefully i will still have a little time to find out.

and last but not least. well, maybe least.

i secretly get satisfaction out of knowing that you are hoping deep down that i'll save you from yourself and stop you from what you're about to do. only the thing is, it's your mistake to make - not mine. and guess what? i will never be sorry. also, i DO believe in freudian slips. and the meaning of dreams.