Snow into rain

Yesterday I saw my old secret train boyfriend at the grocery store. I haven’t seen him since I quit my job last year and disrupted our little morning commute schedule. I have to admit, when I recognized him on the street corner, my heart lept a little, like seeing an old friend, albeit an old friend whom you secretly imagined kissing but never actually spoke to. My pulse quickened when I realized he was walking into the grocery store like I was, but at that moment I looked down and noticed the wedding ring on his left hand. Well I guess SOMEBODY had a busy year. I was actually a tiny bit let down by this development, mourning the future we never had a chance to pursue, until I saw him in the checkout lane next to me, buying nothing but a giant box of kitty litter. It would have never worked out between us.