Hostility and tenderness in what appears on the screen. It's been long now.
It's clear now.
Painfully so.
No reproach.
No comeback.
Only some good memories and the knowledge not to trust again, nevermore.
All the same,
and without irony,
thanks.
You'll forgive me if I keep attending that train station on my saturdays, knowing you'll never come.
And, if you don't, or you hate me, there's nothing I could do. I searched high and low, and I know "it's not you but me".
Nothing.
I just wish I stopped seeing that +1 that gave me so many false hopes.
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