She decided.

Being in the train for quite some time,
recollecting every pieces back,
looking and staring out her window every time it passes a new place,
holding her cup of latte,
and burying herself in a good book,
she slowly fell back to her old self.

The old self that was all by herself,
looking out at the station for familiar faces.
She slowly fell back to her blue feelings,
looking out at the station for familiar feelings that she hasn't felt for some time.
And she slowly fell back into her own place,
the place where she feels the most secure,
her own carriage.

She stopped waiting.
She stopped anticipating for that one familiar face whenever she stopped at a station.
She stopped feeling.
She stopped thinking of any possibilities.
She has decided.
And I guess, that's something that she has to do.
To free herself from the pool of sadness,
To free herself from overthinking of possibilities that would not happen,
and to free herself to look and set a new target.

She has set a new target,
a target far from relationship.
Because she knows she is in control of the new target,
and relationship?
It's time to take a step back and,
travelled the least taken road.

Jenny~