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?
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