Exposed

“I found your blog.”

Panic constricted my throat and I felt the flush from the inside, radiating outward in a blazing crimson. I was very hot. My eyes could only focus downwards, away from his eyes.

It is the thing I do that I hold close, that I don’t tell people about. I like to write but I am humiliated by it, exposed in a way that is more real than flesh.

I never wanted him to know. I thought I could hide it forever, especially if I just didn’t write anymore.

But I have been outed. And he is all the more aware of what he’s got, for better or for worse.