You say that you love rain, but you open your umbrella when it rains.
You say that you love the sun, but you find a shadow spot when the sun shines.
You say that you love the wind, but you close your windows when wind blows.
This is why I am afraid, you say that you love me too.
There are three kinds of secrets: something that you hide at the bottom of your heart because you don’t want it to be mentioned, something that you can’t say even if you want to, and something that you hope someone asks about even though you’re hiding it.