She told me. She was on the train, going away so I hugged her goodbye and had a kiss on the cheek. She promised to come back. To come back to me. She went with a bag, her smile and my heart. She talked to the people with her, and looked out the window. She waved, still smiling and me, still standing on the platform. The train left the station. My smile faltered. She told me.
She told me she loved me.