Confession...

I read your diary once..

Well.. it wasn't really a diary.. more like a notepad ...
You weren't trying to hide it from me.. but it wasn't meant for me either...

I know I wasn't supposed to.. But I knew you'd never find out if I didn't tell you...

So one day.. when I walked past it.. not once .. not twice.. but three times...
And I saw it lying there..
I had seen you scribbling in it before..
I picked it up.. and flipped through it..
I found a part of you...

You'd shared a bit of it once with me.. but then..
I remember.. I couldn't express what I felt.. and so you didn't think I deserve to share any more..
But I've had a glimpse at a part of you.. through it..
Not just then.. but afterwards too.. not in the same diary.. at other places..
Where sometimes I feel I'm not meant to be..

So this is a confession...

No.. I don't feel sorry..
but I hate keeping secrets.. from you...