This fragile, trembling little glimpse of how it could have been between us. All it will beget is regret, I tell myself, and what good is regret? It brings back nothing. What we have lost is irretrievable.

Anger does not last, that way, for years. But there are other things. Impressions last, when they have been strong.

The ladies here probably exchanged looks which meant, 'Men never know when things are dirty or not;' and the gentlemen perhaps thought each to himself, 'Women will have their little nonsense and needless cares.

You need to own your feelings. Get more comfortable expressing yourself."  "How about I express you out the nearest window?

Written By Greg Cox

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