To confess or not to confess

I called him that evening, heart singing, mind made up. This was the day, I could feel the positive energy wanting to shoot out my fingertips as I dialled the number and held the phone up to my ear. ‘Hey’ I said, almost shouting to hide the flurry of emotion in my stomach, and toContinue reading “To confess or not to confess”

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