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1d
I’m sitting on a bench at this empty railway platform,
gazing at the train ticket in my hands — again and again.
The years of longing will vanish in a few hours.
I’m finally meeting him…
after so long.
Flashes of our last goodbye play in my mind:
The promises we made,
The sacrifices for our careers,
The calls that stretched across time zones and tear-filled nights.
Now, everything is flooding back —
Nostalgia tugging at my heart,
Memories turning into butterflies in my chest.
Some meetings take years, but they never lose meaning.
Written by
Arna  20/F/India
(20/F/India)   
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