Train station.

A train station. That is where I last saw you.

That memory.

I remember you clearly, Looking beautiful as always. Making me smile without meaning to.

I remember it all, Like it happened yesterday..

But, Sometimes.. I imagine things..

Like we hugged. An you told me that you loved me.

But it wasn't that way.

We shaked hands. And you told me to take care.

I chased the train. And for a moment.. I thought you looked back. Or maybe that was just me imagining.

Why am I still chasing you?