I am in a secret relationship. Night after night we open a bottle of red wine together, and get lost in each other. We share long, deep conversations that travel every subject in a single stream of thought that we think only each other can understand, we dance together like no one is watching, we talk to each other and for once have someone that actually listens without commenting, sharing with each other that comfortable simplistic feeling of just being, bursting out in laughter for no reason at all and no need for explanation, feeling emotions that we have only been able to share together, not a moment between us for judgment to sneak in and tell us we are wrong for being together. And yet with all these wonderful moments we share together we are so utterly alone with each other, because the person I am in a secret relationship is, me.
Here are 123 corks from the different moments and times that I have shared with myself and held onto that represent the secret relationship I have had. I would like to share these moments that I have selfishly enjoyed and not shared with others. It is time me, myself, and I see other people.
