Perhaps we shall meet again. Maybe at another time, when you are not so bitter, and I am a little less bold. Maybe we won't apologize for anything but silently agree to call it a truce. Perhaps you will genuinely be happy to see me, and I can make peace with my haunting memories. One day I know it will be possible to drop all that excess baggage and talk again like old friends, reunited after decades, catching up on our lives over some single malt.
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Mundane Musings of a Misunderstood Mind
Non-FictionAs the name suggests, these are snippets of the things that play on the author's mind; whether it is an oddity of society or a thought that randomly lingers a little longer than usual. You can call it creative writing, philosophy, lessons, musings o...
