Today's OneWord: Kept

We kept our love a secret, tucked under sheets, sealed in cardboard boxes, locked in black plastic safes with cheap keys that were easy to break and easier to lose. When we walked past each other in the hallways, we did not touch - no brushing of fingers, no rubbing of elbows, no knocking of knees. Yet the current between us was so strong that sometimes I would jolt, as if shocked by something collecting static, and I was so scared that somebody would notice the way my muscles tensed and my breath fled my body every time I saw you.