Heidi Metro :: IT DIDN’T HURT ANY MORE
We all have these people in our lives. The ones who we were close to. The one who we pinned our friendship hopes on. The ones who we were sure “got us” and were in it for the long haul. The friend we’d waited for who just was so in sync with us. The one who understood us on a cellular level and just made life so fun and interesting.
Until they don’t. And won’t anymore. Until it’s done.
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esterday I was at Trader Joe’s and I saw someone I “used to know.”
So, I was in the produce section getting apples when I spotted this man that looked familiar. Of course we were masked and bundled for snowy weather, so it’s always kind of a “how do I know that guy?” kind of situation. There was no indication of recognition on his part, so I just kept picking apples. And then I was cruising the frozen food aisle that has all the ridiculous sweets on the shelf above the rows of frozen goodness (I’m looking at you dark chocolate covered marshmallows), and then I saw her. The “how do I know that guy’s” wife. “The one I used to know.” Insert movie slow-motion effect. If she recognized me, I’ll never know. Our eyes didn’t meet. But I recognized her. And we passed one another. And that was it. I’d waited for this very moment for five plus years. And then, it was over. Seemingly just for me. I’d pondered when it would happen. Where it would happen. But that stopped several years ago. I’d
