The worst thing about not reaching out to someone is that you’ll never know. It will never change your lousy half-assed life,you will never know happiness and the lot. J. was there, two feet away from me, I mean, he brushed past me, and all I could think of were excuses on how NOT to talk to him. How I couldn’t find anything interesting to say, how I couldn’t find one lousy question to break the ice, so on… And, of course, now, it’s too late. Will there be a next time? One can only hope.