I have a habit of never directly saying what I mean. Right? Isn't that what you tell me? I'm confusing.

Let's be honest: I craft my confusion out of my deepest desires to avoid a certain kind of vulnerability. Pauses. Smiles. Shifts. Sometimes I just don't want to tell you.

Some days you wake up with a secret under your bit lip. Some days you wake up with the glowing happiness of a secret worth telling. Today is not the latter.