Story of my life

So today I went to the bank. I had to get my oil changed, so Jiffy Lube said I had a few minutes and I was free to wander. I had cleaned out my purse from the last month and a half- and low and behold found 3 checks to deposit! It was a great suprise, but it wasn't that big of a deal. I took them to the bank, paid my credit card bill, and got things ready. So the story... at the bank. I waited in line, secretly picking out the cashier I was hoping to get. Now, don't take that the wrong way, I analyze who is the cutest and hope I don't get them.
Silly? No. After dating someone seriously, I would try to avoid putting myself in a position where I could flirt. So my turn came and the nerdy one was open. I was very thankful. I walked over and he started a casual conversation. Asked how my week was going. My eyes filled with tears, and I managed to choke them back and say fine. He questioned further and I had to think of something to say. Rather than cry about my broken heart, I told him that I didn't like working full time in the summer. I usually only work part time. It was so pretty outside today that I was sad to be missing out on some glorious rays of light.
He ended up being really nice and I was glad I had talked to him. But the whole time, inside that ill lit bank, I could only think of Him. The man that got away. He used to work as a teller. I imagined him helping others, flirting with the single girls depositing money into their savings accounts. I smiled- He is a beautiful memory.