I went to a place. I heard conversations getting louder and getting closer. Then three women walked in. Then you followed. You looked just as beautiful as before. And I know that I really missed you. A lot. I stopped in my tracks as I was looking at you. I smiled at you. I saw a brief smile on your face. "Hi," I said to you. "Bye," you said. You walked past me. I turned around. I was hoping that you would stop that we could talk. "Wait, where are you?" I approached you. You stopped. "I'm going to miss my train if I'm late." "Oh," I said. Not wanting you to miss your train, but knowing I wanted to see you. "See you soon?" I asked. "Yeah, soon," you said. You approached me. You put your arms around me. I put my arms around you. We hugged. That felt good. "I love you," I said. "I love you," you said. "Bye," we both said. We smiled. You walked out. I missed you already. I still like when we hug. Because I feel the love that I have for you even more at that moment. Of our hugs.