When I came inside the train car you were sitting there reading a book, we both glanced at each others, little did we know that day that we would both see each other again after such a long time apart. Back then I chose someone else over you, and that day I knew that I did I huge mistake. I know the time erased some of the reasons that I probably chose that other girl. But I knew at that very moment that the theme of the time line was a fool. Coming back from a one year trip abroad. I was still drunk on culture shock from my homeland. We sat in silence, throwing glances at each other when we thought that the other was not looking. We parted ways at the Lionel Groulx station. I knew then that the next time we would probably meet would be in the next life. I really hope that the guy named Steve with whom you were exchanging text will turn out the be the man of your life, because I certainly can’t live up to that expectation now, with everything that I did to you. Farewell
