Station

I hope God brings us together in any serendipitous way.

At 4 in the afternoon, my feet take me to the station, traversing corridors while waiting for the train to arrive. As I wait, I observe everyone at the station, hoping to find you among the many. Unfortunately, you're not there.

When the train arrives, I don't immediately seek a seat. I explore the train, from the carriage I boarded to the one my feet haven't touched, searching for you. In each person I encounter, I hope one of them is you, but with a disappointed heart, repeatedly, you're not there.

My heart can't accept it easily, I continue searching. In transit stations and even at my destination, I can't find you. I won't stop searching, I keep wanting to find you. Tirelessly, I hope God will kindly bring us together at the destined meeting point. Until we meet at the point of intersection that God will provide for us.