Two months later, the wheel of your shopping cart squeaks miserably down the aisle when you hear the voices. Amid the hurried crowds they dawdle, pausing frequently, as if they would love nothing more then to wander for hours and hours.
He looks down at her, tall even when bent almost in half over the handle of their cart. Her face glows with complete adoration gazing back. And the countless times you convinced yourself that you were over him don't seem to matter anymore when the smile in his eyes burns a hole straight through the center of your heart.