Would we have been friends if I had said hi?

Would we have been friends if I had stepped out of my comfort zone, my introvert’s bubble, to talk to you?

I don’t know you well but even from afar, it felt like we would have got along like a house on fire.

I don’t fit in well and I don’t talk to anyone. But it seemed like maybe I would have been able to talk to you. I might have actually liked talking to you.

The way you talked about what’s wrong with the American healthcare system. The things you cared about. It felt like you had the capacity to feel things deeply, the way that I do. It felt like maybe you’d understand my irrational pain, my champagne problems, in a way that nobody can.

It felt like maybe, just maybe, we could have healed a part of each other.

But now that Winter is coming to an end, all I can do is wonder.