Secret

By Eryn Murphy

My younger self once thought being the last to know your secret was a badge of honor. I wore it with silent pride, masking the agony of you choosing someone else.

As a prize for untangling your new web of lies, I find myself unwillingly part of another triangle I never knew existed, one more cleverly hidden than the last.

I may be the last to know again, but I realize she is not your secret.

I am.

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“I write to preserve my emotions like a time capsule.” – the writer