you figured it out

"so, you going to write about this?" he asked as we lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.

"what?" i replied.

"are you going to write about this tomorrow in your blog?" he asked again, smirking at my surprise.

he had figured out that he was the infamous 'you.' i wasn't prepared for that.

i tried to lie. "what are you talking about? i've never written about you."

he laughed. then he pointed out a specific entry from a few years ago that was most definitely about him. there wasn't much to decode. i had used too many details. i didn't think it mattered because i never thought he'd find my blog to read it.

"okay, i wrote about you one time. i promise i won't do it tomorrow."

he laughed again, submitting to my stubbornness whilst clearly recognizing that i was lying through my teeth.

a few months later, a friend of mine insinuated that he thought the 'you' was him. i couldn't help but think of that conversation with you and laugh. i really had only written about him once. if he had actually called me out like you did, i wouldn't have needed to lie.

well, darling, you aren't always the 'you'...but you've been him more than anyone else.