...at the station: The plan.

I sat and slept there on the brown planky bench that smells of farts and sweats for what seems like eternity.

Is this suffering necessary?

Why do I wait so longinly to see you when all you cause me is pain?

Is love blind and stupid as well?

Why is it that the only thing that makes me happy is also throne thing that takes away my joy?

As I waited endlessly, I took a journey through Memory Lane and indulged in some well knotted nostalgic drive that leaves me pulsating most of the time.

Can love be this real and yet unreal?
Can someone love so deep and yet so unsure?

This is the 41st train that has come and left the station and every single passenger walked out smiling or frowning and none was you.

I want to tell you something and if I do not meet you at that station, I may never have the guts to tell you and make you see how much you mean to.

I hate you and will not want to go on with this relationship but... Who am I kidding? You are the best and worse combined and that I think is why you will always have me weak in my knees.

I looked happily at the tracks and waited to see you walking down towards me telling me you love me like you always do.

Are you coming home today love?
Will you be happy to see me waiting for you?
Am I all that you dream to have in a partner and friend?

So, this is the plan. I have a plan to tell you about my plans for our planned life together.

While I sit here and wait for you, I am sure the next train pulling in now is you.