A train doesn’t wait for late passengers or passengers who are not sure where they’re going. They only let passengers in who are on board, who booked a ticket, who know they have to be on that train to get to their destination. A train doesn’t make excuses for confused or hesitant passengers; a train doesn’t care about those who can’t make up their minds.

I am not heartbroken anymore. Really, I’m not. I’m not just a girl saying that to convince everyone staring at her with inquisitive, intrusive eyes. I’m saying it because it’s the truth.