We are clumsy beings, and within communication, we always carry regret and reflection.
There are even times when we imagine that, if we could return to that day and speak once more, something might have been different.
Yet we are both clumsy beings.
Nothing perfect can be achieved from the beginning, and striving for it becomes equal to asking that same perfection of the other.
So rather than redoing the days of the past, I simply imagine a transparent conversation, held deep within my memory.
It is enough to hold that image carefully within myself.
A truly transparent conversation exists not in words, but in a place deep within the heart where words are absent.
