You never even knew each other, nor spoke to each other. Yet both of you always seem to steal longing glances at each other on the train. Same train, same time, same person.

One day, he felt as if he had the courage to finally talk to you but that was 2 years ago. The day you left those train doors and never got back on since. No trace of you since.

But right now.

There you were. Same train, same time, same person. You were as lovely as the day he saw you.

“It’s you again...” Simon murmurs quietly as he took a step forward, fully facing you.

How could he forget about someone like you.