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train station talking about cute things

The station was empty, the train carrying my destiny and I just starting down the stairs, breathless, I decided to lie in the soil was exhausted and still had an hour for a train to come and take me home ..

Suddenly, the station is full, about 50 people looked, talked, played with their heavy luggage, while I looked around trying to find something to be entertaining this time, and I decided to invent stories about people who were there, and if not, at least observe

observed, and what more could be felt in that dark hallway, it was love, memories, and melancholy, Couples embraced, tears of a mother seeing her son contained a suitcase, kisses of love a couple may not be seen again ...

the train arrived, and the look of that old boyfriend who was watching which had previously been reflected this huge train at all, a great time was running out, and a new era was beginning, I also had that feeling more than once, to see a train last march, and the thousands of hope, moments, memories that are not easy to forget

I thought about what would that boyfriend when I got home and found it empty, which would make when he had to sleep alone without any company, and imagine the two in a phone with sweet words like "I can not sleep tonight without you, stay with me" imagine her on the train thinking about that guy who left behind, and looking at their mobile calendar counting the days that you would to see it again thinking of all the moments that had passed, and feeling even close

while invented, a woman approached nervously, wondering about what time the train pass that I expected, I lied to When they nor I knew and I noticed this lady, where would you go? Also would you go back home as I, like every one that we take a train or do I go to see someone important?

People see transport as simple ways of shortening of distances, to me, are a sea of \u200b\u200bmemories, melancholic eyes into a glass, darkly, tears shed on a schedule, bliss when the train is about where you are the person you've been wanting to see much time, smiles that are the windows

and that time step flying, and I also I caught that train, I keep my memories, my smile and my eyes, and my exhausting fatigue, once again.

small "do not remember you, the first time you rode a train, to do something you always wanted? On that train, which sailed from the smiles of your desire, and swallowed back your tears

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