It's that time of year, when the world falls in love.

You can't commute by train every day for three hours with another human being without falling in love or falling in hate. We did the former. Would we go so far to say that we can thank Amtrak for our love affair blooming? Perhaps. Or maybe it was when we realized we had a shared love of blues and swampy vibes and dark folk tales. Or maybe when we discovered a mutual adoration for the fried pickles at P.J. Welihan's. Or perhaps it was when we got stuck in Philadelphia during a blizzard and hunkered down at Mac's Tavern and waited out the storm together. Or maybe it was in all the little moments in between that were filled with an endless array of belly laughs, made-up jingles about our puppy, or failed attempts at a home-made dinner that had us calling our favorite pizza haunts instead. Whether it was Fate or the endless monotony of commuter trains, we sure are happy we met, we've made it, and we can continue to share in these little moments for the rest of our lives and the next.