The most important things are the hardest to say. They
are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink
things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living
size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most
important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like
landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make
revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny
way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so
important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret
stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding
ear.
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