Word Vomit: Railway

I hope this won't make you uncomfortable. To the tell you truth, I am reluctant to write this but I can't let this chance slip away.

You told me our timing was off. We ignored the signs and took the wrong routes that when we met again, we were still on the same train only with the unnecessary baggage. Instead of walking away, I carried your bags as you carried mine. We shared what was inside of every pocket and laughed and cried with each secret uncovered. We started drinking coffee and spending the hours talking and talking and talking...and talking and we became a habit. We became a fixture I look forward to every time I wake up.

However, every ride has its end. You and I had places to go. We each have responsibilities. When the train stopped at my station, you  took my baggage away and told me to go and forget you. You made me promise to erase you because you were once one of those boys that left the unwanted souvenirs upon my door. You told me that the universe wasn't ready. You told me that our timing was off.

But I can't forget you. When everyday does not preoccupy my time, I think of you and the things I wish I expressed. What if, by continuing to pretend that nothing happened, we are on the wrong road again? What if the timing was, in fact, right? What if my final destination is really you? I don't want to live in the what-ifs anymore. Please, if you are still even just a fraction of the man I know, come to your train station. I'm here. Meet me for the third time.