Ending

I never hesitated to be that person who cries at bus stops, airports and train stations. I never hesitated to be such an explosion of life and vulnerability. Now I look at that train and I don't think he's leaving, I think it's the train what leaves. I can't cry because I eventually got used to people leaving. And I probably should say it doesn't even hurt anymore, but it surely does. Like hell. And it hurts to not be able to cry. You must be thinking I should start running and get into that train, but this is not a movie and I'm not that brave. It hurts to not be able to move.