That reminds me of a scene at a Montreal train station when my boyfriend and I were being involuntarily separated for a matter of several weeks while I went back to New York City to work and wind my affairs up before I moved permanently.

We kept trying to say goodbye, but every time I turned to board the train, we ended up in each other’s arms again kissing passionately. I smile to remember the incident and think about how funny we must have looked.

Finally, just before the doors slammed shut, I reluctantly hopped on the train. I got some warm smiles and even a little bit of applause from my fellow passengers.