I boarded the train and I saw someone who looked just like you.
I had to stare and confirm that she was a little shorter, and less tanned. It wasnt you.
It didnt strike anything in me, that chapter is long gone. But the way she glanced was just like how you glanced. Her eyes were exactly the same. And for that train journey home, I was numb. You were a significant part of my last two years. But it’s really nothing. I am better now. I am happier. I dont go through that much pain like I did for you.