Not even my best friend who claims to know everything about me.
So it goes without saying that I’m writing this at midnight. To be honest, that’s when the best kind of art is developed. The creation of Mona Lisa, Romeo and Juliet as well as the discovery of gravity all took place at midnight. Okay, I totally made that up but you get the point, right?
You know the worst of my secrets.
You know me! As in not just the way that my college friends, my best friend or even boyfriend do. You know me like no one else. If I had a personal diary, it would probably be in your possession since you know the worst of my secrets.
You’re one of the few who know how my eyes water at silly romantic movies. You’re the only one who knows how much I suddenly crave dark chocolate at odd hours. You’re the only one who knows I listen to slow old songs sometimes and not hardcore EDM like I do coolly in public.
So you know everything.
Only you know how I sometimes watch filthy X-rated movies just for the heck of it. And that sometimes, only sometimes, I go for a shower, come out and roam naked then practice sexy lap dance moves that I would rather shoot myself in the head first than show to another human being.
So you know everything. EVERYTHING! All of this and so much more. But just like you have all these years, please keep shut to uphold your modesty and mine. Please? Okay, thank you!