So the last time I named a chunk of text ‘Converse’, it was a poem for my Drama & Poetry class. A poem about how much communication means to me when it comes to any form of interpersonal relationship, though the plot twist was that it ended up being about love (as a challenge to myself to write about romance).

And fun being fun, a poem ALWAYS has to be inspired by someone right? Well, not in this case. It was a case of a created identity, though definitely, examples would have existed.

And when you finally engage in a conversation with an example; when you finally realise how right you were at judging examples; when the conversation is so natural, but so different from your usual self (in the good way) – the satisfaction is truly warming.

And this time, I was in Windsor Smiths.

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