I've had a few nice conversations,
not just one person,
but a couple.
Each one very pleasant,
and very eye opening.
Alot of information given and taken.
I wish it was all pleasantries,
but some of it is hard to swallow.
Without the truth, comes lies.
And I always want the truth, regardless of how I feel
afterward.
So I will take the conversations as they come,
regardless of the jabs I feel.
It's still beneficial as a whole.
And I could not live without them.
Sometimes it's the amount of words
dropping on me,
that make me cry a little inside.
I can handle it, but I will stay quiet.
I will not show my plight.
I want them to be able to speak freely and open.
As it is air to my lungs,
and deserately wanted.
I really enjoy these
long coversations.