Prologue:
It was hard to get him out of my mind.
It was hard to forget that once upon a time he was mine.
But it's been so long since he left.
It was the day that he left that I realized goodbye's were hard and sad.
And, even now, 4 years later, I still love him.
I never imagined that a train could take away all those dreams that we once had.
That we built since childhood.
He packed his feelings in a bag but not before he said he loved me.
He left and I never heard from him again.
People in town asked if he was coming back, but I turned my back on them, with tears in my eyes because I didn't know the answer.
I wrote him letter after letter for 3 years, and the only time he send back a letter, it was blank.
His family won't tell me anything. Even now I still try to hold on to him, to his memory. I pray everyday that he's ok, that he comes back to me.
And it was yesterday that my prayers got answered.
Yes, he's back.
But he's not mine anymore.
