When Love Flies In Through The Window Seat

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I didn't really like trains until that one time I travelled with her. It was a long distance journey. She was sitting at the window seat, looking outside. Her hair was just the perfect form of wavy and I loved the way it curled around her face making her my favourite piece of art.

We didn't talk in front of people. It was an unsaid pact. But when we did talk , it would be the best conversation ever. I couldn't sit next to her because the coach was filled with out mutual friends.
Our friends went to the next coach. I politely declined because I very well knew she would stay too. They left and I couldn't get myself to sit next to her.

It was a few minutes before she came to the window seat on my side of the berth. I was a little surprised. Suddenly, she turns towards me and asked me if I liked trains. I said "Not really". She didn't turn back to the window. Both of us were facing each other , our legs folded on the seat. I don't know who initiated it but we came closer to each other. So close our noses touched. I could hear her breath fasten, I was wondering if she could hear mine. We just kind of stayed like that for some time , both of us too afraid to break this beautiful moment. She played a little with my hair and then her fingers slid down my face and she kissed me on the nose and then on my left cheek.

I hadn't felt that happy in a while. I was too shy to do anything so I just kissed her forehead. The way she smiled after that was the smile I wanted to see for the rest of my life. She then turned back to the window seat and nestled into my left arm. I put my one hand around her and I played with her hair using the other.

This time when our friends came back , we didn't move. And that is the story of how I started loving trains.