June 15: Our Little Secret.

It isn't mine,
It isn't yours,
It isn't ours,
It's theirs,
It's there,
Out in the open.

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Not just you,
Not just him,
Not just us,
But just him,
But just you,
But just us,
Together.

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Is life passing me by? Have I chosen the wrong exit? These streets, while foreign, haven't seemed uninviting. I feel safe, but what lies around the next turn?
I'm content, but am I happy? I've found solace, but is it mine, or am I borrowing it? Am I refusing to admit I'm lost, or am I subconsciously following the correct path? I am plagued by these questions, yet confidently driving on. Indeed, I've driven all night, just to get to *here*, to be somewhere I feel I belong. While not conventional, while not explainable, while it may be our little secret, I'll cherish these moments. Even if I turn around tomorrow, seek out a different oasis along this highway, I know that my path, while foreign, has been a welcome exit.