No Secrets | No Walls

I’m more of a “chapter 10 and on” type of person. I don’t like to talk much about my home life growing up and there are even parts in between I don’t really talk about.

With G, there were no secrets. He knew everything about me. I knew everything about him.

That means something, right? We were more than just friends, right?

I was in group therapy and had a hard time with dealing with some stuff so I called G. He told me to come up his school. I drove up and just broke down. He comforted me. We went for a walk to his favorite place, this bridge over a small stream.

Without a word between the two of us, I was just crying. I wasn’t a crier. I hated crying in front of people. He just let me fall apart.

Finally, I started talking and told him my whole story. G listened and didn’t judge me for anything I said.

That means something, right? We were more than just friends, right?

There is something to be said when you have no secrets and no boundaries emotionally between two people. Or at least I thought so…

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