"No, " I say
Surprising her with my boldness.
"I can't take the stares
Or the glances
Or the comments."
To my shock, she nods.
"We don't need to tell anyone.
It can be our little secret."
I smile.
I like secrets.
Like a little bubble of sweetness
That you roll around on the tip of your tongue
A sweetness that is private,
Shared,
Secret.
But I don't like how I have to prepare
For when the bubble pops.