When are you going to tell her about us?
I’m hoping she never finds out about you.
You can’t keep this secret hidden forever.
I’ve made it this far in life doing so.
Yes, but for how much longer?
Leave me alone about this, will you please?
You know I can’t do that. We’re together.
Don’t say that. It was all a mistake.
It was never a mistake. You found me.
I was at a vulnerable moment in my life.
I sensed that and I was your answer.
She makes me happy, though, not this.
You can’t throw away all those years together.
I’m so tired of carrying this burden.
You’ve done well keeping this secret.
Have I? Because people all around wonder.
I hear it, too.
Friends and strangers wanting to know my secrets.
Who you’re hiding from them.
Trying to coax me into certain situations.
To prove you’re not as good as you seem.
Never will I introduce them to you despite their attempts.
You think I enjoy waiting until you want to see me?
Until I have to see you.
With the number of times you sneak away, you need me.
This has to end now that she’s in my life.
You think this will all go away so easily?
It has to. . . for her. I want to be better.
The horrified look on her face when she sees me.
That is never going to happen. Not her nor anyone else.
I’m as important to you, as you are to me.
What will she think of you if you just showed up?
‘What will she think of You?’ is the real question.
I want to be open now, and that means improving myself.
I make you better than where you were before.
You are just an outlet for my emotions.
At this point, I am very much more than that.
My heart will break if she ever sees you.
You think she’ll catch us in private or in public?
I don’t want to think of her running in on this.
Those sad and frightful eyes as she gazes upon us.
I care too deeply for her to continue living this way.
Eventually you’re bound to slip up, and be exposed.
She might understand, maybe even save me.
Will she still love you if she ever found out?
That all my life I had a secret within I tried to keep control of
That you and I are actually one and the same person. . .