已封存。无论你写了什么，它都在等你。
今夜，某处
有人已经把它写了下来
这里的每个秘密，都出自一个无处安放它的人。没有名字，没有资料，没有账号。读一个，为它点一支蜡烛，然后放手。
My wife thinks I quit smoking in 2011. I did, in the house, in the car, everywhere she might smell it. But once a month I drive to a lookout an hour away, smoke exactly one cigarette, and watch the lights come on across the valley. It isn't the nicotine. It's the fifteen minutes of being a man accountable to no one, the last small room where I answer to nobody, and then I drive home and am hers again.— 某处的一个陌生人
Widowed is what my grandmother called herself for sixty years. Abandoned is what she was. In 1953 she paid for a headstone with no body under it so her children could visit a grave instead of a question. I found the receipt. I still rake the leaves off his empty grave every October, because she wanted it kept.— 某处的一个陌生人
The man who fired me in 1994, who made a whole meeting laugh at my expense, sends me a Christmas card every year now. Retired, lonely, forgetting things. I could ignore it. Instead I send one back with a photo of my garden. He has no idea I lay awake for years plotting elegant revenges I never had the nerve for. It turns out the revenge was outliving my hatred of him. I signed this year's card, warmly.— 某处的一个陌生人
Four months after Dad died, the funeral home told me about a second urn, prepaid, standing instructions, his name on the account for forty years. His brother. Dead in 1977, kept in a closet because their mother wouldn't have him in the family plot. I buried them together at dawn with the groundskeeper's help. The plot holds two now. Only the grass and I know.— 某处的一个陌生人
Almost is a place. We were almost in 1979, again in 1994, and once more, dangerously, in 2011. Some couples get a song. We got a schedule of near misses. Lately I catch myself doing the math on the next one. My door sticks. I have oiled it.— 某处的一个陌生人
四种接收方式
用夜晚的方式接住秘密
秘密不该像通知那样到来。选一个适合此刻的仪式吧。
孔明灯
接住穿过黑暗升起的秘密。
漂流瓶
从午夜的海里捞起一个。
萤火虫
用双手捧住一个发光的秘密。
信箱
打开那扇亮着的门。
合集
从你熟悉的开始
几百个秘密，按它们讲述的事分类。其余的留在夜空里，用秘密交换才能遇见。（秘密正文保留英文原文。）
怎么玩
给出一个，换回一个
1
读夜晚递来的秘密
每晚有两次免费阅读，随你怎么用。
2
放飞你自己的秘密
用完后写一个秘密。它会匿名飞走，夜晚再给你两次阅读。
3
点一支蜡烛
如果陌生人的秘密让你放不下，就为它点一支蜡烛。对方会知道有人接住了它。
留给自己的一封
写给未来的自己
这里的其他文字都是写给陌生人的。写给未来自己的信正好相反：封存到你选定的日子，期间无法改写，除了你没有人会读。
大多数人封存的，是一直拖着没对自己说的那件事。
你曾那么确定，到现在这件事一定已经把你毁了。并没有。去把你还没说出口的那句话告诉某个人吧。
公开的几篇
人们真正写下的
Both families disapproved, so we eloped — different everything, the kind of match people bet against. Forty years later, at his father's deathbed, the old man who'd refused to attend our wedding gripped my hand and said 'you were right, I was wrong, thank you for loving my son.' I never told my husband his father said it. He died believing his dad never came around. But I know. And on our anniversary I toast a man who hated me and lived long enough to be grateful, and I toast him alone, and I keep the peace.
告白 · 匿名My wife's ex sends flowers to her mother every Mother's Day, still, and her mother loves it, and I've decided you can be outmaneuvered by a man who understood which relationship actually mattered.
沉重的故事 · 匿名We were high school sweethearts who married and divorced and I remarried and she didn't, and my second wife is wonderful and I love her truly, and last month my first wife was hospitalized and I sat by her bed for a week and my second wife let me, understood, and I held the hand of the girl I married at nineteen while she slept, and I've decided the human heart is a house with more rooms than we're told, and that loving my second wife and loving the memory of my first are not a betrayal but a floor plan, and that I'm lucky, unbearably lucky, to have loved two women that much in one short life.
告白 · 匿名We met at a hospice where both our fathers were dying, in a hallway at 3am, and fell in love over vending machine coffee amid so much death, and people think it's morbid and it's the opposite, we found the most life either of us had ever felt in the place where life was ending, and I've never known how to explain that grief and love came through the exact same door.
告白 · 匿名My addiction cost me the years my kids were small, and I can't get those back, no amount of sobriety un-erases a childhood a father slept through. But my daughter had a baby this spring and asked me — me — to be the one there in the daytime while she works. I hold my granddaughter every afternoon in the exact chair I was too drunk to hold her mother in. I know it's a second chance I did nothing to deserve. I've decided the only honest response to undeserved grace is to show up, sober, every single day, and I do.
微光 · 匿名A nurse held my hand while they told me and then her shift ended and she was gone, and I never got her name, and I've donated to that hospital every year in honor of 'the nurse who stayed,' and they've stopped asking me to be specific, and she'll never know she's a line in my will.
沉重的故事 · 匿名