The thing about dating a college professor is that it's hard to keep it a secret. When I was six-years-old, Evie and I had all the secrets in the world to ourselves. But the thing about being six is that at some point you have to grow up.
I don't know when I grew up and secrets became harder, but this is a secret I'm so sick of keeping. This secret eats me alive from the inside out. It's hard to love someone so much and know that if I kiss them in public it could damn their career. Maybe it would be better to let Blake go. I wonder if he'll let me go.
If he let me go, I think he'd be forced to. It's apparent to me that he cares a great deal for me. His affection for me is fleeting. Like the fall leaves that change with the seasons. The fall leaves are beautiful when they're in full bloo
