Opportunity Costs

Earlier today, I get a random message from an old flame. I was too scared and too self-loathing a few years ago to recognize that this boy liked me enough to look past my flaws. I was just too scared.

He is, sorry was, in London. Messaged me as he walked by my campus and said he thought of me.

I had the opportunity to go meet him. I had the chance to reconnect with someone I liked and well, still have a soft spot for.

Except for exams.

And, that...dear readers, is my excuse. It was my excuse back then, and it's my excuse now. In reality, I didn't meet him because I felt I gained too much weight to wear anything cute.

Fuck. Nothing's changed.