[ WP ] How I got caught

She was my best friend. 
 
 I did n't enjoy hiding any of my self from her. But I had to. People could n't know. It was wrong, but it felt *so. right. * 
 
 He was my teacher, my lover, my confidant. He brought new shades into the world, ones I had never even imagined existed. 
 
 We loved. We laughed. We cried. We deceived. 
 
 She wished me the best. We would only be apart a few months, but they would seem like years, of course. 
 
 He held me. Kept me warm. The softest, hairiest, best pillow I'd ever sleep on. 
 
 She returned. First thing in the morning. Knocked twice, and burst through the door. To say her final, final goodbyes. 
 
 He was startled. He sat up. 
 
 I silently freaked out. 
 
 She saw. She gasped. She shut the door, she apologized. 
 
 I threw on clothes. I consoled. I confessed. 
 
 He joined. 
 
 We laughed. We smiled. I kinda suspected. She laughed.
