Jul 30, 2005 11:40
What is the one thing about yourself that you don't want anyone to ever know?
My secret is not terrible. It is not a murder, or an evil thing that should be shunned for the violence it does another.
My secret is not unforgiveable. It hurts no man, makes a fool of no other, causes no pain to a third party.
Yet my secret has a political cost, one that may be so high our land may not bear it in silence.
My secret is forever. I cannot reveal it to the world easily, for it is a secret I share with one other, the man I love. And only he may say that it is right, or proper for the world to know it. I cannot make that choice alone.
My secret is complete, total. To think of all the times he has held me, deep into the night, and consoled me, read my heart and known my depths or heights. He knows me purely, through and through.
My secret is thrilling. The world may deny our love, but I could not live without it, without him. And to know that he returns my feelings is enough. It takes me to the highest peak and holds me there, facing the abyss, knowing that I am not alone.
My secret is one word, one love, one desire.
Boromir.
Brother.