Sighting

I sat down to read on platform 3 at Preston Station waiting for a train to Glasgow, and you were sat on the floor next to me. You made a joke about a train passing and we spoke briefly. I loved your energy and got such a good vibe, but before I could speak to you more a train had been announced for Carlisle which you got on, and in the crowds I lost you. Only info I have was that you were heading to Lockerbie, either for a holiday or returning home. I wish I had gotten some way of contacting you.

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