I know I said that the game was over, and you said you felt exposed, but why not keep on blogging and tell me things that no one knows.
This place is very busy, the room is crowded, and the world doesn’t know, or doesn’t care, that we’re so very close.
I think you’re safe. I think it’s safe for you to tell me things.
They will be kept secret.
If you are cryptic
Write a poem.