train station love story

Train stations have a romance about them. Especially the really intricately designed & detailed ones. The ones with the Roman Numerals on the clock and Corinthian columns. Anyone can create a building that looks like a cinder block, but it's the ones that make you stare that cause you to think about the romance of them. I mean, think about it: They are the beginning of a journey, and not just a physical one. Sitting in a train station alone with a journal or a sketchbook can be one of the greatest things. And then you spot someone.

He's just about the most beautiful person you've ever seen, and he's sitting across the many tables and chairs which are only occasionally occupied. You're looking at him, and in that instant you have that feeling that you need to know him. No matter what. He's reading or writing in his own journal, and for some reason he looks up and his eyes land directly on you. A small smile starts across his face; you look back down, feeling your face heat up and turn red. Glancing back up, you see that he's gone back to what he was doing. Feeling a bit disappointed, you do the same. After a few minutes, he just closes his book and starts to pack up. You look up and think that he's leaving, and suddenly your heart starts aching, thinking you've missed your chance. He's standing up, putting his backpack on his shoulders, and all of a sudden he's walking toward you.

You see his feet making their way to where you are, getting closer & closer. Then, suddenly, he's here at your table. Looking at nothing and no one besides you, he asks if he can sit with you. With your heart pounding in your ears, you say, "Yes, of course," and your smile is as wide as an ocean, and he's just so cool. Waiting for your train home, you have the best conversation of your life. Nice and introductory, but also pleasantly deep with just a hint of romance; flirtation present in both of your voices. And you don't even know his name.

Suddenly, an almost incomprehensible voice comes over the loudspeaker, and you can just make out that your train has arrived. But it's not his. So you gather your things and get in the lind to board, saying a sad goodbye. In the line you see him, still sitting in the seat where you left him. You drop your things, make your way back over to him, and when he notices, another smile leaves his sad expression in the dust. Standing right in front of him, you just look into his eyes & he's doing the same. Two, three, four seconds go by. You ask him his name, he says Daniel, and all of a sudden your lips meet his. His hands are on your waist, neck, cheek, hair, and when you part, you realize that nothing has ever been that perfect.