There is nothing worse than regret. Signs missed. Or maybe just not "getting it" in time. That's the worst one.
The star dates are within my grasp but I am just not too sure where to start. When was the actual moment I missed the cue to go on stage and say what I always wanted to say?
Seven would remind me that the ships computer would have the exact time and date of my folly. She would even ask the computer to repeat the information I desire. End of story.
Except that my social conscious tells me that it was always in the beginning. That was when I really knew what I was feeling. Who knew?
Who knew that bringing on board the enemy who be the end of my beginning.