We are thought love by our mothers or by our fathers, by a guardian or care taker. But no one I've ever known could describe the love of a stranger on the street. The first moment you look at them the world stops at a soft smile or an eye wink. No one ever told me I'd fall in love at the train station 12:38 pm on a Friday afternoon.
No one told me that knowing someone on the internet and falling in love with words they have said was even a possibility. Or how they spoke, the way they think. No one told me the difference between love out of nurture and love out of hearts will.
5 years ago I met him online.
I met him for the first time on a Friday afternoon at the train station.
