I zoned out looking at ice cream in the store when a woman lightly patted my back.
“It’s going to be okay.” She had a commandingly soothing voice. She opened the freezer door and made her selections. She smiled quietly as she pushed her cart away.
I was confused at that one sided interaction. I didn’t feel sad, I wasn’t crying last time I checked. I held my level of confusion all the way out the store. Until I caught my reflection in the store’s front glass.
My eyes were bloodshot red, and my clothes styled a mess.
I enjoyed my high so much, it was devastating.
She was right; I moved on the day thinking how sweet of her to just– know.