I fell in love with you on a Sunday when the church bells never rang and the snow never once fell from the sky. The birds never came out to sing their usual hymns as they were never once found up in the sky, gliding through the emptiness that was the air. The sun wasn't the one that greeted me on that lonely Sunday morning. It was the rain that violently smashed their fingers against my windowpane, forcing me to jump away from the dream world as I checked whether the glass was cracked. It was something people would call a "bad day". I just call it my daily routine. I bundled myself in heavy clothing, fully aware that it may not be enough to shield me from the icy air that is waiting to ambush me out in the front porch. A scarf would have become my shield that day, but once I held it upon my gloved fingers, I realized that it needed to be washed in the monster called the washing machine in the basement downstairs. I left it lying on my bed before I left.

The train station was almost like the mild form of a riot through these pair of eyes. The noise is constant, but the actions are not severe. There are various crowds formed before me and I always had to push my way through. It was like swimming through those impossible laps that the teacher assigned you to do. I muttered my "excuse me"s and my apologies and to this day, I still hate the reactions of humans when they feel that you are invading their property. The train station was my only way to work for I do not own a car. My mother has been through three car accidents and there was a point where I almost lost her. Although she isn't the ideal mother of my choice, she is someone that has given birth to me. In my opinion, I don't believe any child is able to hate their own parents. Driving makes me feel uneasy. Throughout my teen years, I was used to having my mother sitting on the passenger seat right next to me. We would chit-chat about life and about absolutely nothing. There were also times when she had insulted me, but I have never sped through the highway because of anger.

As I boarded the train, I sat on my usual spot, the spot near the doors that appeared neglected when it came to cleanliness. I would always sit alone as the seat next to me was constantly left empty. I'm sure by now that it has collected dust. On that Sunday, it was different. You have sat yourself down upon that very seat as I found myself sitting up instead of slouching which is my usual sitting position. I remembered the strawberry scent that you carried upon your silk-like hair and the smile that you sported was almost like the absent sun upon my sky. I remembered staring at you and how you have caught me. You raised an eyebrow towards my direction and began to giggle when you heard my apology, telling you that it was nothing more than an accident.

I never seen you before, so I asked, "Are you new to the area?" The surprise in your eyes were not hard to read. They were apparent like the fireworks on a night sky on the Fourth of July.

"How did you know?" You had responded. I shrugged with a small smile on my lips as I told you that I have been here for many years, but I have never seen someone that resembled the sun. I remembered how absorbed you seem in the conversation, but now that I think clearly about the memory, I was never once sure what went through your mind as we conversed happily with one another. You have asked many questions about what was there to see in a place like this and I have told you as much as I could. To be honest, I have never been outside the walls of my house. All I ever did was wake up and left for work. I do not have friends and I suppose one could call me something like a "recluse", but that's fine if they do. I won't deny the fact that I am the type of person that cherishes his solitude. Through each word that was exchanged, the train ride finally ended and for once, I wished it would have went on longer, however you have given me your name before leaving as I introduced myself even though it was unacceptably late.

"It was nice meeting you. See you around." You have said and as you waved farewell to me, I waved with a hand that wished to have held you close.

Wrote this on June 23, 2009. Not sure where the inspiration came from. I guess I was thinking about the James Blunt song.