Shyness

One time we were at a restaurant and my sister was too embarassed to ask for a cup of parmesan.

The guy next to us had some and our waitress was very nice. But for whatever reason my sister was too shy.

My brother and I would never let her hear he end of it. We joked about it everytime we ate.

Now I watch him lead her by the hand. And I'm stuck wondering how I'm any different from my sister those yars ago, without something not because it woouldn't be given to me but because I was too afraid to ask in the first place.

And even now I watch on, unable to express what I truly feel.

They say the saddest things in life are what might have been. I can never decide if that's true as long as I don't know the things that've transpired between us. But I and all humans willl continue to populate those scenes with my imagination, having to be ccontent with dreams rather than elusive reality.