Dirty Little Secret

He loved me. I was pretty sure of it. I mean, I wasn't an expert on love or anything. I'd actually never been in love before him but extensive google searches had led me to believe that whatever it was that was happening between us would've been considered love. He never really acknowledged it though, not to anybody. Doubts formed and I figured it probably wasn't love. I wasn't really sure what it was for a long time. I was naive I guess. I thought that if he kissed me the way he did and held me the way that he did that there was something there but then he'd pass me in the hall and avert his eyes. I knew why he kept me a secret for a long time but I thought that, the closer we got and the more things progressed, his shame would subside. It was kind of foolish of me. I'd probably never be anything other than his dirty little secret.