HFD–> WAS

I always thought I could not be loved. Not the way other people were.

But it was a seven hour trip. Complete boredom. Chug.chug.chug.

And then he was here. It was my birthday. He said he loved me, but he was drunk.

Months later. Another seven hour train. Chug.chug.chug.

And then he was here again. “I love you”. sober.

And for a minute, I knew I had been wrong.

But then “It’s too far” and “This is too hard”

And “It kills me every time I have to leave”

And “I can’t come back again”

And then I thought I had been right all along.