She's my best friend and the only person I fully trust. I can trust her never to judge me and to take my secrets to the grave. But I haven't told her about the kiss with Kane. Every time I think about telling her, I stop myself. I'm not sure if it's because it's not just my secret to share, or if it's because I don't really want to share it yet. Once I voice it, it's real. It's out there for us to discuss and talk about. I'm not ready for that. I don't even know what to tell her. Kane kissed me and even though I'm pretty sure he thought I was Brooklyn, I don't think he was that upset to learn he was mistaken. If I let him, he would have tried to kiss me again. I'm not sure what that means for me. That is what keeps me up at night, staring at my ceiling. I always feel exhausted, yet I never can sleep. Tonight is no different while a billion questions run through my mind. Why didn't I make him stop? What if I had let him stay? I made him leave because that was the right thing to do.
