He has been gone for what it looks like months, but it can't have been more than a couple of hours.
For the following minutes after he left I thought that he'd turn around, and say it had all been a joke, that he would never say that word because he was my world and I thought I was his.
After I watched him disappear behind the smoky trains I realized that he had really meant it, he wasn't going to come back. So I started wishing that he had never left, that he'd turn around, and I started saying under my breath, like a mantra. "Turn around, turn around, turn around..."
But I guess wishes don't always come true.
Now I'm sitting on the floor of that same station, with my head against the wall crying over a lost love, a love that I will never get back for he said "goodbye". I'm starting to wonder the meaning of those words, how could he have said goodbye knowing that it wasn't going to be good, knowing that I'll always have a part of my mind reminding me of his brown eyes, of his fair skin, of his short black hair...., but mostly of his crocked smile, that appeared on his face every time he looked at me?
So I start wishing that he had never said goodbye.
But, again, wishes don't always come true.
