December has passed quickly. It’s January 5th Monday. I’m still using my coat and thick scarf. I’m sitting on the benches near in the train corridor. I’m waiting for my train. Two hours have passed and I’m still here. I don’t know what is going on why my heart telling me to wait here. I shrugged my shoulder, closing my eyes, putting my hands in my pocket coat then lean my body and head against the wall behind me. Winter almost gone but I hope it is still winter and always winter.

I take my phone from my t-shirt. A picture of me and someone I love appear on it. I let out a bitter smile. Hurt. Pain. Sweet. I don’t know what it feels. It’s just I can’t smile heartedly. I didn’t know what smile was before. I didn’t know what pain was before. And also, I didn’t know what love was before. We met during our summer in school. I was in second grade back then. The first meeting was awkward.