Me and I

That was the last time that we were on the train together. I was going to the north. Me too.
Having realized that I was looking at me lustfully, I looked back in the same way. We were standing so close that I thought we'd kiss, but the motion of the carriage prevented that to happen.
That wasn't the normal rocking of a train. The people could feel it. Me too. So did I.
Until you could hear a deafening sound of twisting iron. I fell into the abyss and the train we were travelling in smashed me. Luckily, I managed to hold on quickly enough to avoid that terrible fall.