Thoughts...

It is a weird feeling, longing for someone far away from your grasp in more ways than others. It’s also odd that I can recognize this feeling when time has passed, the train has left, and I’m alone in the station, looking towards the path, trying to see what could’ve been. I shouldn’t think of such things; I should, as the proverbial quote says, ‘let it go’. Yet, with each passing moment, the drawn grows stronger. I feel it everywhere. And at that moment, I realised it was too late. Too late to make the choice, and too late to simply let it go. What should I do then? Let time do its things, perhaps.