Fast forward to this weekend. I opened my Facebook page this morning and up popped a picture of my friend and a cute brunette with the caption "our getting engaged." There were already 57 likes and it was barely 10:00 AM.
After sending off a quick congratulations note, I headed out for the day. I had to run some errands and ended up in Royal Oak, home of the Boy and the place where I spent many a Sunday morning for nearly four years. Since I broke up with the Boy there is one thing I have missed the most. Pretzel bagels. For some reason, they are only available at the Bruegers bagel shop in Royal Oak. As I passed through town I had to stop and get one.
I went up to the counter and ordered my breakfast. I had not been there in eight months, but the guy at the counter still remembered me. I got my bagel and sat in one of the booths at the back of the restaurant.
It is rare that I even think about the Boy, but as I stared at the empty seat across from me, I started to flash back to all of those Sunday mornings we spent together in that bagel shop. It seemed like a lifetime ago.
Although I am sure there were good times with the Boy, all I could remember were the compromises I had to make to be with him. Including tolerating all of his annoying habits. Like licking the cream cheese off of my plastic knife.
My mom used to say that getting married was about meeting the right person at the right time. If you meet the right person at the wrong time, it probably won't work out. What you need to watch out for, she warned, is meeting the wrong person at the right time. Because you could end up marrying that person and regretting it later.
Sitting at the bagel shop today reminded me that being alone is better than being with the wrong person.
Whenever I start to wonder if my true love is out there, I will think of my friend from high school. I bet he never imagined that in only one year, his life would be completely different.
Maybe a year from now I will be eating breakfast with my guy, planning the rest of our day. Or the rest of our life together. It is only a matter of time.