There is this picture burned in my head. It’s a picture of you, sitting in the same train just across from me. You stared at me, you looked in my eyes. I looked back, stared back. Whatever you want to call it. I was curious. Who are you? What were you doing in this train? What was your destination? Who were your friends that were with you? Did they notice how you noticed me?

It’s ironic, I just can’t forget that moment but can’t remember your eye color. Maybe I didn’t even notice back then.

You just stared at me and the only thing running through my mind was: Why am I jealous of the girls that were with you?
When will you have to get off the train?
When will be the point where you will walk out of my life and I will never see you again?

Now, a couple years later, you are still stuck with me and it seems ridiculous what I thought back then. But fact is, I still think of you and I ask myself if you too still think of me. But probably not. You probably moved on. I imagine you are having a girlfriend, maybe one of the girls, that you are holding right now.

What would it feel like if you held me?

I shouldn’t still be thinking about you. It seems so wrong, since we only saw each other once and you haven’t even said a word, just stared at me. Even when you left the train, at the station where I still drive past and think of you, you stared at me until the train took off and I realized, that was the last time I ever saw you.