The other sides of the story

Since I was a child I loved traveling in train,
There was some thing that always struck my brain,
Sitting by the window seat thinking the objects are moving was a game,
Now I Wanted to see if our destinations were the same,
Similarly, I feel you are like those objects outside moving with me,
And seeing you move is the illusion I see,
This train is like my life heading towards the final destination,
And now Our destinations would be same is mere a vision,

Wait wait hold on a second, Sorry
I missed the other side of the story,

If you are the objects outside means you are still,
I was moving ahead to my Destination without thinking what you feel,
Standing there for me you might be waiting,
Ignoring you and going ahead is now what you might be getting,
No that’s not true,
What you were thinking I had no clue,

Now let’s give this story a third side,
Where you and me have different characters to abide,
I am the passenger, you are the train
and Outside the window is my life again,
And we are together at all life’s stations,
Being with you makes my life beautiful I Mention,

Among all three sides which i had refer,
Tell me the one which would you like to prefer.