There are conversations waiting to be held. Waiting for what? I don't know, at least I don't know all the reasons. No one does, really. But there they are, ideas sitting patiently beneath a mountain of unknown reasons, unshared, unappreciated, unspoken.
Some of them are mine. I have conversations tucked safely away in my head. Most of them are one-sided and late to the retort, unable to deftly shred the egos of those whose word caused their creation, simply because they are too late.
Unspoken conversations define regret. They define it. They do.
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Exactly, Bev.
oh yes, I always have the best conversations in my mind. those are the conversations wherein I show my superior wit and restraint, while telling the (my) unvarnished truth to someone who needs to hear it.
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