Postsecret

A hot Tuesday night - the air thick and muggy, hungry mosquitoes buzz about, pausing momentarily to quickly be swatted away. I stand outside waiting for the event; the founders of Found magazine and PostSecret will discuss their beloved projects. As I wait, I allow myself one moment of reflection. I wish that I could have shared this with him. I think that he would have enjoyed it, an evening of laughter and secrets. But he is not mine to share with. He now belongs to another and so I quickly push these thoughts from my mind.

I walk with my PostSecret book in hand, excited to tell the founder how much I love his website and to have him sign the book. I want to tell him how amazing his website is. How it makes all the feelings that you hold inside seem valid. That I cry over at least one card each week. That I have created cards in my mind, but can’t bring myself to put it all on paper. But I don’t tell him this, I leave it all unsaid, just another little secret that I hold.