Some secrets are meant to stay buried, but the guilt never lets you forget.
It was just supposed to be one summer, one mistake, and then we’d all move on.
You can’t escape the past, no matter how hard you try to run from it.
Every time the phone rings, I think it’s him. I think it’s someone who knows.
We promised never to speak of it again, but silence can be the loudest confession.
He looked at me as if he could see right through to the truth I was trying to hide.
Sometimes I wonder if we’ll ever be forgiven for what we did.
It isn’t just the fear of being caught. It’s the fear of what we’ve become.
I keep seeing his face in my dreams, and every time I wake up, he’s still there.
We thought it was over, that the summer was behind us, but it followed us home.
There’s no such thing as a harmless secret.
Sometimes I wish I could go back and change everything, but I know I can’t.