caravane (nosundays) wrote in letterstolovers,

When train travel has a meaning

This train with purple red green white wagons leaves every hour from the older station of the Hague to Brussels; I have taken this train more often than any other train in my life and no other wagon makes me so melancholy when it passes by, leaving me behind and forcing me to take the local tram to my university. Although it breaks my heart to leave you in those early Monday mornings, and I hate nothing more than stepping into this train, my mind full of inconsolable and glum thoughts, I know I will spend a lot of time in the train and it ultimately brings me to my happiness, my world, my sun.

I know the conductors of the train, there is this elderly woman who is from Belgium and who has checked me for last four times. She gives fines quite often and doesn’t like to smile very much. I think she is unhappy to find passengers without tickets., bur I have always I had my ticket for her. She recognized me today and said To Brussels again, I see!.

I often leave late Friday-evening to Brussels and in the dorms I always meet some of my classmates who always ask where I’m heading off for the weekend. They have seen me so often with my suitcase on Fridays that many already just wish me have a nice time in Brussels and one night I a half-full bottle of wine to bring to you when she found out where I am going. Every single time I say I’m going to Brussels, people know that I’m actually coming to you & I will definitely enjoy my weekend.

This train is always late; I have never arrived in time to Brussels and whenever I check the timetable the delay is five minutes and if I am lucky enough and check the site once again, the delay will be ten minutes longer. Although in the beginning I got frustrated and I have missed many of my lectures in the morning, you laugh at it delays and I cannot imagine coming to Brussels on time anymore.

I have not taken this train alone always; the first time I was in this train was last September when you came to the Hague for a short visit, but then you had to continue to Brussels because you had to catch a flight to Croatia from there. Wait, no. That time the trains did not go directly to Brussels; we had to go to Rotterdam by train, change and go to a small town, then take a bus to Roosendaal and only in that city we took this train. Compared to that, maybe I should just be thankful that now I only experience delays of twenty minutes.

(Additional note, I must say: When I finished writing this text, the train actually arrived in time to Brussels and I was lost, because you were not there waiting for me and anxious thoughts rushed through my mind as always. You showed up ten minutes late, thinking that the train would be late and you were so surprised to see me in the station and no train to see. And this morning surprisingly enough they announced in Roosendaal that this train will go now directly to Amsterdam as a consequence of some break down between Roosendaal and Dordrecht. They suggested to take off in Roosendall, take a train to Breda and from there to the Hague – typical and I gathered my stuff. You can only imagine how frustrated I was to take my stuff, get out of the train and then – to my surprise – they told the passengers to get back to the trains, people were all confused and looking funnily at each other, laughing, because the problem was suddenly. Hundred passengers, one of those being me, turned around, talking to each other and I could not stop thinking how this train keeps me entertained from time to time.)

Most of the time, we take this train alone. I leave on Friday evenings and return on Monday mornings. Sometimes you arrive on Friday mornings in the Hague and return on Monday mornings in Brussels. We take the same time and have memorized the tracks and timetables and even expect the train to be late. I know I wish things could be different, but I am always happy to take this train to Brussels, see the same conductors and have the same discussion at the counter about the price, tolerate and embrace the infamous delays, all this, because at Brussels Central Station I reach the most beautiful man in the world, the man who makes me feel like safe & loved again. I am happy to be with you every single weekend of my life for a little longer, because I know that soon we will be together not only the weekends, but most of the days in a year and I cannot wait for that. I love you, S.

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