You see, I have no means to talk to Bob except through a friend. Let’s call this friend Sarah. Sarah and Bob are decent friends and at one point were really good friends, so good that they went out. But Bob discovered his homosexuality and I saw an opportunity and I tried to take it.
I have no classes with Bob and none of my friends talk to him either. So I asked Sarah to try and make something happen. She wanted to help out, but she doesn’t ever see him neither in or out of school. So that was when my heart sunk to my ass. I was ready for the worst and that way, I wasn’t as heart broken as I could’ve been.
So long story short, I asked Sarah to ask Bob whether or not he was interested in seeing someone, me. Sarah doesn’t talk to him, so if she could help, she would. But she can’t. So I’m doomed to live my life in perpetual darkness, wondering what life would’ve been like if him and I went out, even once; what life would’ve been like for that first moment our eyes met; what my life would be like with one more experience. But at least I can say I tried. I will never wonder what life would be like if I asked Sarah to ask Bob; what life would be like if I took that chance; what life would be like if I wasn’t so shy. At least I can say “I tried.”