We went on a date, then we laid in the grass and cuddled. I had a feeling I couldn’t place, and it stuck with me for a long time.
Later, an older coworker of mine was losing his battle with cancer, and we got to talking about him and his wife. He said he realized he loved her the first night they went out, when he had this feeling he couldn’t place. I knew then I loved this girl.
Postscript: We moved to Chicago and stayed together for four years. I asked her to marry me. She said, “Yes,” then had two affairs and left me in a Dear John letter.