Secrets are heavy weights hanging by slender threads. Secrets have lives wrapped around them.
This is The Great Mystery. I have been friends with TGM for nearly a 5 years. She has always been a riddle inside an enigma, confined within a mystery. Charming, seductive, connected, determined, damaged.
I know something she doesn't want me to know. She is deluded if she thinks it won't have leaked back to me. I hoard gossip. She is talking about it openly enough with others. She's just not telling me. Much to my surprise, I am irrationally bothered by this. Whatever makes her happy. Now, I am left Greatly Mystified.
As ever, there's some back story. Maybe in the next couple of days, I will take a calculated risk. I dicussed the whole saga with a couple of people, our old friends way back from our college days. I made it clear that I knew. They told me chapter and verse. I'm hoping that the conversation will not leak back to her. Or should I leak bits of pieces of onfo. That makes her not telling me redundant - will I give her an easy way out. That way, it can be said, tacitly acknowledged and smoothed over. I can choose to make her say it, if I want. And then we can talk, drink, dance and relax. And then, call it quits. Or should I?
Out of curiosity, and accepting that you (well, all but one of you), don't know TGM, what should I do instead?
Maggie... My dear old friend. We've gone through a lot but you slipped. The 5 long years we've been friends, has to stop. You will always be a The Great Mystery. But honey, this was all your fault. You are to blame for all of this.