It was just another day of travelling. I'd done it many times before – check in, and hope there's a seat available. Luckily for me, there was, right across an elderly man. He smiled at me kindly and gave me a nod. I smiled back and sat down. Fields of tulips flashed before my eyes, and I looked outside. It was a perfect day. Scurrying through my bag, I grabbed the book I was reading. Soon after, I forgot about the rest of the world. I was immersed in the story. But I couldn't help but feel as if someone was watching me. Slightly lifting my head, I looked around. My eye fell on a boy.

He was seated on the other side of the train compartment. Most likely he was the same age as me. As soon as I looked at him, he turned his head away from me, blushing slightly. How curious. I took this opportunity to glance at him. He wasn't particularly handsome, but it was alright. No, the look on his face was what kept my attention. He stared out the window, much as I had done before. His lips were curled in a shy smile. His expression was so peaceful and kind that I soon found myself staring at him instead. He put a strand of light blonde hair behind his ear. Captivated, I tried my hardest to return my attention to the book. Suddenly, the words and sentences seemed not of any importance to me. Using the book as a cover, I occasionally looked at the window on my side, to see his reflection. For the entire ride home, he stayed in the exact same position, with that angelic smile on his face. That was the first and last time he'd looked at me.

Time seemed to go so slow that I didn't even notice I was almost at home. To my surprise, the boy also got ready to leave the train. Hurrying, I packed up my belongings and followed him. He held the door open for me and smiled at me. Blushing, I stared at the ground. The train hadn't stopped yet, so we had to wait in front of the door. He made space for me to stand. We stood side by side for a minute, neither of us saying anything. The train slowly got to a halt, and with the sound of steam, the doors opened. We got out at the same time. There was a lot of wind on the platform. My hair got into my eyes, and I struggled to remove it. When I finally opened my eyes again, the boy was still there. He had been standing with his back towards me, but now turned around. He waved at me, and with a soundless voice, mouthed words I didn't need to hear to understand.

'See you.'

He turned around and ran away from me, leaving me in doubt. Was this perhaps all a figment of my imagination? I didn't care. I watched him run until he was no longer visible, and God help me, I think I've fallen in love.