We both loved each other in secret.
Without involving other people.
In private, we accomplished the unthinkable.
We secretly promised each other things.
We argued and resolved our differences in secret.
In secret, we did things we both keep in our hearts.
We've shared a lot more than they realize.
Why now? Why do you let them know?
Why did you invite them to help us resolve our issues?
Have you forgotten?
That, you swore to preserve our secrets.
Why? Why are you exposing us?
We promised to keep our love life a secret.
It was you, who suggested it first.
You were the one who insisted on keeping us hidden.
I'm no longer comfortable with you.
I abhor it, when you tell them.
I detest it when you seek advice from them.
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Gloria Penelope
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Indeed. Between the two, the third always brings separation.