My divorce was final; I was free. Perhaps now my teenage crush would be requited. Our time at last.
The years had been kind to him. I hoped his smile was saying he thought the same about me.
I continued to gaze, lost in the depths of crystal pools… until a surreptitious movement distracted me.
A glint of sunlight on gold as he slipped something into his pocket.
The dent on his third finger almost as deep as the dent in my dreams.