After breaking up eight months ago and going on our seperate paths, I knew today was the day you finally got back from your little trip to New York. It was stupid to do, yeah, yeah, I know. But I still couldn’t help myself from going to the train station and waiting for you to arrive back in Europe. I knew you had always wanted to pursue art, and as much as I was proud of you for following your dreams - I hated that the cost of it was our relationship. I didn’t want to do long distance, and you didn’t want to quit art - resulting in us splitting up. It was selfish on my part, but even after all of these months, I’ve spent all of my time waiting for you. I even brought our puppy, snickerdoodle, with me. It felt like a divorce with our child, even if we only adopted the dog two years prior to our breakup. I’m glad you let me keep him, but at the same time it felt like he was a constant reminder of what I had lost. I anxiously tap my foot against the ground, tightening my grip on snickerdoodle’s leash while I stare at the train that was pulling up. What if you didn’t want to see me? What if this was all a mistake? Fuck, I probably shouldn’t have come-

”Oh- what the hell? Hey! Stop being a little shit you fucking-“

I practically scream as snickerdoodle suddenly jumps and runs straight towards the crowd, making me drop her leash as she runs off.