A Glass Closet
I’ve only ever said those words twice. Both times, I wish I could’ve reached into the air and taken them back in before anyone had heard. Not because I was ashamed or scared of the reaction, but because they didn’t feel right. Both conversations were welcomed with open arms by the person on the receiving end. A nice feeling of validation in the haze. Still, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of discouragement and pressure. How do I take back those words without confusion? I don’t think I can. So, again, I’m stuck.