I feel like a missed a train and there you are on that train
on your way to Brussels thinking that you lost me or thinking that I am still there, but in reality I am in Paris.
I am not on the train that you hope. I am not in Brussels.
I am in Paris, but I am on my adventure trying to get to you.
I am in line waiting for my turn.
I am waiting for my case to be heard to get on the next train
(I left my ticket, passport, luggage and you behind. No one can verify me).
I need to find a way to get back to you and the universe is giving me and granting me with one ride back to you.
And, I tell you that I get on that train and you wait for me.
I have on my end got to get off at the right spot.
And there you are waiting.
Like you should, like what I expected, like what I had hoped.
You're there and you're a constant confirmation of tenacity and hope.
On the other end, you are coming back. I will be here. I will be in Brussels for you. You got off the train in Paris this time. I was hoping you'd get back.
You will be back.
I will be waiting.