On impulse, I wanted to call out to him, say hi, catch up a bit, ask about his mom. But I stopped myself. He was with someone. A woman...
Our breakup had been my idea. I was moving on, and I just didn't feel there was room in my life for him anymore. He protested a bit at first, but I assured him he'd be fine. There were plenty more fish in the sea. Heck, I even offered to help him find someone else!
I learned he'd moved on. His mother told me not long after we'd split. I don't recall feeling any pangs of jealousy then. It was all for the best.
But yesterday. Yesterday was different. Seeing him. Seeing him with HER. Different.
He hadn't seen me, so I gathered up my things and stealthily headed in the direction they'd gone. I spied the obvious places, but saw no sign of them. But that place is big, I continued to survey while trying to look inconspicuous.
Eventually... there. There they were. The two of them sharing a small table. I watched for a few seconds out of the corner of my eye. She was speaking, he was leaning slightly forward. I tried to discern his body language. Was he happy? Was that boredom I detected, or was I just projecting my own selfish thoughts into the situation?
I had flashbacks to our times together. His funny stories he would share, the snacks he always brought. Did he bring snacks to this new woman?
I couldn't stand there and stare, I kept moving. His back was to me, and the woman was not one of the familiar regulars I typically saw. As much as I would have liked to visit with him a bit, this was neither the time nor the place.
OK, fine. He's got another math tutor. They meet at the same library.