In a second, he knew she was The One. He could tell from the way she looked at him, that half-smile and the way she pushed her hair behind her ear.
He smiled back. She looked to the side, as if to say "Who, me?". His smitten stare confirmed it. She bit her lip, mock-shy, but moved her bag from the seat next to her in invitation.
He could see his life of happiness and love spread ahead of him. To grab it, he only had to walk forward and take that seat.
Then the train doors hissed shut, leaving her on the train, him on the platform, both heartbroken and alone.
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