oh, protect our secret handshake...once more, with feeling...before we say goodnight.

those moments are so rare. they are so rare and so precious, yet we want to tell someone about them. when you share some special moment or thing with someone else…it’s special because it’s between you and someone else. yet, there is an overwhelming urge to tell someone about it…why is that? is it because it makes it become real by talking about it? is it because those precious moments seem like a dream until you are able to vocalize them to someone? intimate jokes…private moments…shared secrets…those are things that aren’t meant for other people, yet we’re somehow compelled to share them. in some cases, it’s the only connection you have…and you want to blab it to the world. i just don’t get it…it’s wild.