DAY 10 - describe your last kiss

My last kissed was a short and simple kiss.

And as I watched him step on the train, tears started to flow down my face. But by the time I decide to hop on the train with him, the doors were shut, and the train already left.

That’s the thing with trains in New York, though. As soon as a train open its doors, it immediately shuts. Haha.

He probably didn't see me crying. He probably didn't see me getting shut out by the train. He probably just saw me walking away.

If he knew, would that have changed anything? Why couldn't my tears flow when he was with me that night? I don't want him to go; I want him to stay.

Turn around.

Please, don't go -I love you.