I am always full of secrets. Secret love, secret lust, secret hope, secret frustrations. There will always be things that I keep to myself. But this is bubbling up out of me and it feels chaotic and unpredictable. I am trying to direct every conversation towards you, desperate to talk about you, desperate to learn anything about you. You are on the tip of my tongue and I feel like I could start talking about wanting you at any moment, to anyone in my proximity.

You are something I want to scream.