First And Last Meet

Breathe in, breathe out.

A text popped on my phone. It was him. My body has adjusted itself to the unsettling motion of trains. I don’t trust google maps but today I did. We were two stations away. As each station crossed by my heartbeat competes to the speed of the train. I was finally going to meet him. It’s strange how you love someone without seeing them. Time passed and the moment arrived. I got down from the train. Eyes looked for him. He was there wearing a blue sweater. I ran to him and hugged him tightly. It was the first time I met him. I sighed and then turned back to get on the train. I couldn’t see his wet eyes. But the train was ready to go. It was our first and last meeting.