Once exposed, a secret loses all its power.

But some secrets are too delicious not to share.

And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.

Secrets could never be rushed. They had to come of their own accord, on their own schedule. That way ,when they came , the offered themselves as a gift.

We are bound by the secrets we share.

Sometimes, loyalty gets in the way of what you want to do. Sometimes, it’s not your secret to tell.