Do you have secrets? You probably do. I love secrets– good secrets, not evil secrets that could destroy people if unleashed to the general public. My good secrets are always of little importance– and probably even little interest– to others, so I don't know that they're "secrets" so much as they are just personal facts that I haven't bothered to disclose.
But, Internet! I have a secret, and I've had it for about three weeks now, and if you'd met me on the street, you probably would not have walked away from the encounter musing to yourself, "Now that looks like a girl who has a wonderful secret locked up inside of her." But if you had, you would have been correct.
And if all this sounds like it's being written by an eight-year-old, it's because that's how I feel right now. Giddy, anxious, like it's the first day of school coming up– or a recital! I don't know. But, oh, I can't wait. Joy and anticipation are bubbling and coursing through my heart and veins like the purest mountain spring.