The train was due to arrive on Platform 3 in five minutes. Would I recognise him after all these years? The last time I saw Harry was thirty years ago when he had been a young man about to embark on a new life in Australia.
I was madly in love with him, but my parents thought we were unsuited and would not let me travel with him.
I waited every week for his letters, but they never appeared and it was by coincidence that we met up on the internet and now he was only moments away.
The train approached the station and I watched intently as the passengers made their way to the exit. I was wearing a red carnation and I had asked him to do the same. As I scanned the crowd of people I saw two men wearing red carnations and as they walked towards me my heart raced and I could not tell which one was Harry.
The one with the beard stopped in front of me and said, ‘Can this be my little Mary?’
I looked into his eyes and knew this was the man for whom I been waiting for most of my life. ‘Oh Harry, is it really you? I’m not so little now.’
We gave each other a big hug and walked, arm in arm, out of the station.
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