Thousands of Minutes After the Fact
Just now, four days later, after thousands of minutes of thinking, "Well what WOULD I have said to Dean if I could have found the words?" I have finally found them. Previously, I had no regret because I couldn't think of anything that I would have been able to say in that situation. But now, I have found it. I would have said, "Are you serious?" So simple, and yet so much better than just standing there and soaking in all of the faux normalcy that he was dishing out. Now, all I can hope for is that he DOES call me when he gets back from vacation, just so that I can finally say what I need to say.
But that's the thing about Dean. He never gives you that opportunity. So you just end up waiting.
But that's the thing about Dean. He never gives you that opportunity. So you just end up waiting.