(F) Running

The train hurtled down the tracks. Urgently running through the carriages and struggling to keep my balance, I scanned the faces that I passed. I HAD to find him. I knew he was on the train somewhere, and he needed to know how I felt. I couldn't let him leave without telling him the truth about how I really felt. He wanted to be with me. Why hadn't I realised this before? I'm so stupid. Clearly there is some truth in the saying "love is blind." The carriages were packed. People were standing in the aisles and in the doorways. I pushed my way past, shouting apologies at the people who tutted and moaned as I shoved them out of the way. I was desperate to find him. I stumbled out of the heaving economy carriage into a first class carriage. The occupants were a little shocked by my entrance to say the least. I straightened out my jacket, and continued walking briskly through the train. I knew I was running out of carriages, but was reassured by the fact that we wouldn't arrive at his stop for another hour - plenty of time to keep searching. It wasn't until I slowed down that I realised I needed the loo. I didn't want to waste vital minutes, but I had to go. Damn toilet was occupied. I waited patiently outside, acutely aware of my bladder telling me it couldn't wait any longer. The door unlocked, and I barely gave my fellow passenger the chance to get out of the toilet when I suddenly realised it was him. It was him coming out of the toilet! It was fate, definitely fate. I don't think he expected to be forced out of the toilet, least of all by me. I reached up to his face, and pulled him towards me. We kissed the most passionate kiss I have ever experienced. There were fireworks, sparklers, stars! I felt like I was floating, although I know I was crossing my legs out of desperation. Now, I think he knew the truth. He knew how I really felt about him. We looked at each other and smiled, knowing that we were embarking upon a brand new journey that had already begun.