I knew it was hopeless but I had to come. I stood on the top-level and looked down at the passengers. They were boarding already. The one time a train was on time, this time.
Oh well, I shouldn’t have waited. I should have told him before he left, before he packed his bag, before he bought his ticket, before he told me he was leaving because he didn’t feel I loved him enough.
But I didn’t and maybe that was for the best. Maybe he was right.