So I'm reading "All the places we kept in secret" by Inma Rubiales and there's a part where it's explained the title or the sense of the book. It's about these little things we have in life, these precious moments you keep for yourself (or you share with someone) that make it your own secret. Like in one specific wall you'd kissed for the first time. Or in that exact place someone breaks your heart. Places keep secrets, keep moments for everyone. And I've been thinking about that because, most of the time, I don't appreciate the little things or the moments I spend with those I love. And maybe I should, maybe I would be more happy. So I'm gonna write my list of all the places I kept in secret.















