I bet you think I'm talking about Dumbledore, don't you? Well, you're wrong. I'm not. Although, I already kind of suspected.
I'm talking about my knack for knowing things. Whatever little bit of insight you have, or little tidbit of gossip that you just found out and you're so excited to share with me cause you knew first?
Yeah, you can just chill. I already know.
I am, by my very nature, an intensely nosy person. I'm also very insightful, very empathic, very people-observant, and very sweet-innocent-you-can-trust-me-tell-me-everything-I-won't-judge-you-I'll-just-hug-you-tell-me-everything looking. And please don't let that come off poorly. I don't tell people what you tell me; I'm completely trust-worthy. Ask my friends. But, if I want to know something, I WILL know it, and you WILL tell me, or someone else will.
I can tell when you're hiding something from me, or when you're lying. I notice subtle gestures, pronunciation, glances, and changes in posture. Just ask Jen, or Zillah, or Ishie, or the Ex, or Stevo. Don't lie, don't keep secrets, I will sniff them out.
I also know when you're lying to yourself. Example: one of my friends recently (about two months ago) realized she is gay. I've known for two years.
I also know what you're deepest desires are, what it is you desperately crave, but are afraid to admit to yourself, because you are afraid of it. I know what it is; let me help you acknowledge it. Fear of your own desires simply breeds more fear, and a twisting darkness that can eventually blind you to real issues.
Just look at Dumbledore. If he'd admitted he was in love with Grindewald, nobody would have blamed him for writing those papers. Boys and Girls in love do stupid stuff, and then people forget. :P
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