Sarah
“How are you?” She asked with a warm smile. Her long silver dreadlocks were striking, in sharp contrast to the shelves of laundry detergent behind her.
I opted for honesty. “I’m sad.” I said. “Thank you for asking.”
“I thought something was up,” She said. “ I saw you earlier. I’m Sarah. What makes you sad?”
“ A breakup.”
“Ah. You need to know that you are loved.” Sarah said with a boldness that suggested we were fast friends, even though this was the first time we ever spoke.
“I get that.” I replied. “And I’m still sad right now.” And Sarah gave me a big hug in the household aisle of Lowe’s Grocery. Everything seemed right, suddenly. And I told her how I hoped the one I love would get the same treatment from strangers like her.
I picked up some air freshener, thanked her, and walked away filled with a sense of gratefulness about finding love expressed through strangers while shopping in what had previously felt like a lonely place.
I opted for honesty. “I’m sad.” I said. “Thank you for asking.”
“I thought something was up,” She said. “ I saw you earlier. I’m Sarah. What makes you sad?”
“ A breakup.”
“Ah. You need to know that you are loved.” Sarah said with a boldness that suggested we were fast friends, even though this was the first time we ever spoke.
“I get that.” I replied. “And I’m still sad right now.” And Sarah gave me a big hug in the household aisle of Lowe’s Grocery. Everything seemed right, suddenly. And I told her how I hoped the one I love would get the same treatment from strangers like her.
I picked up some air freshener, thanked her, and walked away filled with a sense of gratefulness about finding love expressed through strangers while shopping in what had previously felt like a lonely place.
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