Am I the only one who feels like I’m going to war every time I get on a train leaving my girlfriend’s house?

I genuinely feel like a depressed 40yo, slightly balding husband who just had to leave his wife and his four kids (her cats, but still) to go fight for his country…Sitting on the train, staring out the window like it’s some tragic war film, watching distant cities blur into smoke, trees looking like they’re on fire in the sunset, fully convincing myself this is my final, cinematic goodbye. Like yeah… that was the last time I saw her. The last time I held her. Our last look. That rushed, dramatic kiss before some imaginary commander basically shoved me onto the train like, “Move, soldier, no time for love.” Meanwhile, the reality? I’m just on public transport, she’s probably already scrolling her phone, and emotionally moved on faster than I boarded.🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺