Move Forward, Never Look Back1
In the dead of winter, a heavy snowstorm hit.
The streets were filled with stranded workers unable to catch a bus, subway, or taxi.
I felt a glimmer of hope when my boyfriend promised to pick me up an hour ago.
But now, two hours had passed, and he called to say he wasn't coming.
Then, I saw his assistant post something on social media.
"On this bitterly cold night, only Mr. Potter is warm."
The image was of two men's hands clasped together.
A shiver ran down my spine.
I felt colder than the freezing winter outside.
I casually commented, "Wishing Mr. Potter finds true love."
***
I glanced out the window at the still-falling snow.
I shut down my computer and got up to leave.
According to George Potter, he should have arrived by now.
My colleague Linda furrowed her brows in frustration.
"Ugh, with the buses and subways all shut down, I couldn't get a ride even after trying for half an hour. How are you planning to get home, Nancy White?"
I replied nonchalantly.
"My boyfriend is picking me up."
Linda immediately squinted with envy.
"I really envy you. You're so lucky to have such a thoughtful boyfriend!"
I smiled helplessly.