Hang On, as if it's Your Life!

I contacted someone on Facebook who was an older sister of a friend from way back.

I cling to this missed opportunity. It was only 10th grade. I went to a school play alone, she happened to be there too. There was a sign with the name "Justin" around her neck... but I think it was meant for a different Justin I didn't know. So, she said. She always seemed a bit aloof since I knew her in 8th grade...yet so intriguing. This night, she had a big furry coat. We spent time catching up. I felt bad when she said someone attempted to sexually assault her the previous summer. We were talking like were chums again. Then, "Raisin in the Sun" started.

I tried to enjoy the play, but she was tickling me onmy side at random intervals. It was sort of fun. That night she and our friend, who did lights for the play, wanted me to stay later for the Sadie Hawkins dance that night. I didn't feel comfortable at dances, and I didn't want to be out too late to worry mom. Remember when nobody had cell phones?

Were there clues I missed? Why was I so dense? Why didn't I jump on opportunities? Invitations were meant to be taken up on. Whatever deep connections I could've established, were lost.

So, I messaged her sis the other day. I was told she was alright and working for the U. I don't need to worry any more. She was sort of a person you would feel concerned about. I passed my number along. I doubt any reconnections will occur.