Saturday..
It was Saturday that the ex and I had broken up by Monday morning, I as by NO means "Over" the breakup, I was feeling ever so slightly hopeful; or at least looking forward to fun breakfast with a friend.One of my male coworkers was (is) like a brother to me; we were hired on the restaurant around the same time, and over the six and a half years until this point in the story, he had I had become close and occasionally planned a breakfast outing to catch up on the events of each other's lives. A week prior to this aforementioned Monday, he and I had planned to meet for breakfast at the restaurant where we worked - only I got called into work when another waitress went home sick. I didn't know it at the time, but this was a game-changing move. One of those moments where the Universe intervenes because that particular event wasn't in keeping with the greater plan.
Truth be told, if I had met my friend for breakfast on that previously planned date, or if I had shown up to the restaurant even a single moment later on the date we DID end up meeting. Matthew and I would have never met. My life would be drastically different right now. Funny how the smallest little decisions and changes of course can alter the entire plot of your life.
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