Last night I saw you standing on the train platform across from me. You were dressed in that white blouse I loved seeing you in.  Your head was buried in your phone, your fingers busily typing, likely a worktext because you were always reading or sending a worktext.  And in that work mode, you didn’t see me just like when we were together; I could never really compete with the job.  You were driven, and you approached your work with a laser-like focus determined to be the best.  That passion for succeeding at all costs played a part in us become distant. Ironically, it was that very same drive and desire to succeed that drew me to you in the first place.  You looked up for a second but not in my direction, and even though we were separated by two set of train tracks at that moment, I felt like I was standing inches from you, looking into your eyes.  The same eyes that I thought used to light up only for me, the eyes I used to tell you gave you an unfair advantage, the eyes that captured my heart the first time they looked my way. It was crazy, and even I found it hard to believe that the mere sight of you, after all, we went through, the ugly way it ended, I could feel the way I did.  They say you don’t know love until love is gone, and I guess that’s true.  What I do know is that going our separate ways was the best for both of us, but you can’t simply turn off how you feel about someone you loved, even when you know you shouldn’t be with them.  After all, whoever said life and love were fair.  It’s not it complicated; it’s difficult, it’s heartbreaking. But it’s worth it if only for that feeling you get when you look into the eyes of that someone special, even if it’s only a memory.