You know, people often keep private or hidden from people’s eyes the things that are special or matter the most to them. Like, let’s say, a pearl in an oyster. I mean, how often do you see an oyster flailing about in flares, showing off? A pearl is kept well hidden.
For a while, we became our little secret– just you and me. It’s almost as if we are just reluctant to share each other,
to anybody, anything.
We became each other’s obsession, sweet possession,
in a way we just want to enjoy ourselves
So we kept us hidden– just you and me,
the two of us.
And you, my dear, become this sweet little secret I carry with me everyday.
“It’s not us against the world, you know,” I said, “I’m beyond the point of caring what the world has to say anyway.
This– me– just wants to be with you.”