the thing about having a big group of friends/family is that you can't really talk about anything personal to any of them. words... they go around, big time!

thats why i miss my darling jo, and her balcony of dreams and secrets sworn to be kept on that little balcony and nowhere else. it was a silent agreement that we ONLY share secrets on that balcony, and that they were to be kept there, and only there. then again, that bottle of gin probably played its part. drink, get tipsy, tell secrets without realising it, get drunk, forget secrets. next balcony gathering, drink, get tipsy, remember past secrets, tell more secrets, get drunk and forget all secrets again.

i was watching a comedy in which A told B something. B wishes to keep A's secret, but she also wished to help A in some way. So A spilled it, because if B doesn't say something, B will be stuck in that position for the rest of her pathetic life.

i guess what i'm really trying to say is, when you're sworn to secrecy, let it be. if you let out an inkling of whats not supposed to be said, then i guess its gonna help in some way, but it would come from you, and the result (good or bad) wouldn't be as satisfying for the person who told you whatever her secret was.

B earned the pride that made A.

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