These past couple months, I have kept you in my pocket. Elusive to my outside, you were my hidden tattoo, just lingering beneath the fabrics. You were a world of euphoria only I knew. My secret joy.

But now, I’m realizing I kept you hidden for no reason at all … Was it selfishness? Skepticism? Fear? A mixture of them all?

Well, whatever it was, I’m not holding back anymore.

You make me happier than I’ve ever been, and that is all that matters.