It's for the man who's been carrying a conversation around for months — rehearsed in the shower, had three times in the truck, alone — and still hasn't said it.
Here's what I've come to believe: you're not afraid of the conversation. You know exactly what you'd say. You're afraid of being seen.
The question it ends on, to carry this week: What's the sentence you keep carrying to the table — and swallowing?