I'm sorry, and I know from your eyes that you are hurt. I should have stayed quiet, but now it is out in the air in our lungs. I thought you should know, a confession (out of love) and yet it might not be enough. I've gotten so good at hiding things in my heart, the beating one two, one two covers the sound of the untold. But the pounding can only work for so long, and it's started to sputter. And you deserve to know, before this rips me apart. With every comment you make. With the sadness in your eyes. It's not fair to either of us. So I must speak, before the truth crawls up my throat on its own accord. Because the answer you seek is right in front of you... It was me. I ate your last cookie.
Meridian Ondrejka···1 min read