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.