Trains

Huh. Here's a little story about me. First of all, I live by some train tracks. In the summer time, a few years ago, I met a girl who I spent a lot of time with, and who ended up being my first real 'love'. We had a lot of good times together, but I knew, in the long run, we'd never really be able to be together, and I'd probably never see her again. Needless to say, I was simultaneous more happy and more sad during that summer than any other time in my life. My cousin always used to come over and spend the night during the summer, and he came over for a few days one week after a week where I'd spent every day with that girl and told her everything I was thinking and all that. So my cousin and I stayed up all night talking about girls and various things like some sort of cheesy scene in a coming-of-age movie from the 80s. The following night, when we actually tried to sleep, I was woken up around midnight by the sound of that freaking train rolling through. So here I am, three years later thinking that always the summers are slipping away. I need to find me a way for making them stay.