Almost Canadian

I remember sharing secrets as a kid; sometimes willingly, sometimes not. I remember playing MASH, giggling over our supposed futures. I remember writing my crush’s name as the only option, ensuring our eventual marriage and happy life together (in a shack with 37 kids, riding a dragon to my job as president of the USA).

I remember a best friend outing me to said crush after I dared to confide in them. I remember resolving never to tell them a secret again. And I remember breaking that promise for the thrill of sharing something worth telling.

Written for Weekend Writing Prompt #415 – Confide