Honest

I told the truth
to everyone.
It was easier than I thought it'd be.

Right now three people sit in the front of my life:

A writer who stays up and helps me fix my bike.
The boy whose cells and magic spells, my kryptonite, my old soul mate.
The laugh that makes the months in between disappear.

But there is still someone I can picture standing the A-field in the sun, that I remember dancing with in a crowded room, and he is good, too.

I decided to be reborn, and well, I am aging quickly, and honesty is my baby steps.

My cat is lovely and precious, honest.