No matter what, you know the two of you will never end up together. You’ll never get your happily ever after, your fairytale wedding, your drive into the sunset. And why would you? You’re a fleshy human. And he’s—he’s a train. A beautiful, magnificent, 3000-ton train.
You can remember each flash of his grin. Each tinkling, lilting sound of his wheels. Every little time his gaze has met yours. And you wonder—does he feel the same? Can he feel the same? Could he possibly harbor feelings for a blood-filled meatsack such as yourself? He looks at you and you fool yourself into believing he can.
Perhaps, you think, that’s enough. To simply smile back. To look from afar (to avoid getting crushed under his wheels). To pine and wonder and daydream and just… hope.
Yes. You look into his deep, kind eyes and think… yes.