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.