When I first met him I felt like I already knew him and could trust him. After seven months, we talked about being together, but I said I wasn’t certain what I wanted. He told me he was willing to walk a long and winding road on this adventure, and to take all the time I needed. A week later we kissed for the first time.
As I drove away after that kiss, a thought occurred to me-I just kissed the last man in my life. I knew immediately.
Postscript: We got engaged a few months later, and still going strong. I couldn’t be happier!