I fell in love on a train once. Staring into the distance that's when I saw,
someone staring back intensely. Fell in love with a stranger on a train. Someone I have
never seen before. A smile stretched from ear to ear. Laugh lines running deep as veins.
Eyes brown and alive-- captivating and soft. Like Bambi stumbling through the forest
vulnerable. Like Athena after battle-- worn but strong. Like Aphrodite-- seductive.
Like a childhood home-- familiar. Fell in love with a stranger on a train. Hands reached out
to make them mine, ended up caressing my own cheek and kissing glass windows.

I fall in love at 3 a.m, every morning. I fall in love with the way the sun bleeds out colors
that coat the sky. Reminding us what a time it is to be alive. I fall in love with the trees and the still air.
I fall in love with the warmth of blanket and comfort of home. I fall in love with the gentle hum of the air conditioner.
I fall in love with the spacious bed-- no lover to hog covers and pillows. I fall in love with being alone, quiet,
vulnerable, awake. at 9 a.m. every morning. I tiptoe to the bathroom, see my restless eyes paired with wild hair
and I whisper a "Hello old friend" to the mirror.

This is the type of love that often misses out on the bright lights that grace center stage. This love ends up in the wings
with nothing to do but to watch the main romance bathe in the attention the audience gives. A self love is the most
erotic and memorable first time there is. When are we all going to understand that your first committed relationship
is with yourself before anyone else. When are we going to get that your first love, and the biggest, best, sexiest and
hell even the most rewarding love is with yourself?