Every one has secrets. Including you and me.
But mine, I never told anyone. It was with me for as long as I live, that was what I promised; to keep it with me forever. It was with me... and the man I love.
It started in freshman year in high school, when he moved in next door. He was very normal, like any other young man in our neighborhood. But what stuck out to me was his friendliness. We became instant friends, and before long, we shared our first kissed. He knew he stole my heart but it didn't matter because I took his as well.
We never told anyone as we shared the many first's we had. Our first night seeking out, our first drug use, our first night together, our first drive out of town, our first before-marriage-vows. We did a lot together.
As we hit our three years together, we thought that we would be together forever. We made a promise to run away together, to college that is, and marry for real. Then we would live in harmony with nature and just us. We even made blue-prints of our tree house.
But then as I waited for him that anniversary, he never arrived. When I got home, I was told that my best friend was at the hospital. I ran out and as fast as I can to get to him. But I couldn't hug nor kissed him like he was my lover, but look at him from a distance like his best friend.
He had a stroke, it was a horrible one, I was told. It was a genetic disease he got from his father. After the room cleared and I was allowed to be by his side alone, I took his hand and kissed it. Yet, his eyes were never opened.
He did woke up one time, giving hope to every one, including me. But then another stroke struck and took him away fatally. I didn't even go to his funeral.
After high school, I left because of the pain our secret were put on my shoulders.
Recently, after many incidents and accidents, my wife asked my to go see her best friend who is a psychologist. After a couple visit, I was diagnosed with schizophrenia.
That person I was working for never existed, she told me.
That guy who stole my car then returned it with an apology never existed, she told me.
That house with the one-hundred-years-old woman never existed, she told me.
That little boy that I almost hit on the road never existed, she told me.
And now, the love of my life is standing in front of me. Does he exist too or he never really did existed too?
Well... it doesn't matter I guess.
No one knew our secrets and he's here. Nothing more do I need. He's here and that's all I need. Even if that means I will be forever a crazy person. He's the man I love after all.