At a welcome home party for a friend who recently fulfilled his commitment to the Marines, he walked straight up to me and told me that he’s loved me every day for 10 years and couldn’t stand not saying it out loud.
—Cate
Postscript: We live 500 miles apart, but love makes the distance seem small.
I met a girl online, and we planned to get coffee. But the night before she called and asked me to come pick her up from a party. Some drunk guys were grabbing her arm trying to get her to stay, so I pretended to be her boyfriend. We were close for a few months, then broke it off. Six years later, I was looking at old pictures of her, remembering how much fun we had together, and I realized I had loved her this whole time.
—Matthew
Postscript: To be determined.
I asked him to give me a wake-up call for my early morning final. He totally forgot, and I was crushed. I arrived late for my exam. The next day calla lilies were delivered to me at work. I had casually mentioned this was my favorite flower one time, and he remembered.
—Lisa
Postscript: I got an A in the class. We’ve been married nearly two years. And I still get calla lilies when he screws up.
I had just bought a CD by an obscure band in high school, and I played it on repeat for weeks. He was in one of my classes, so asked him if he had heard of said band. He laughed, pulled out his day planner, and showed me the first page, where he had pasted the lyrics of his (and my) favorite track.
—Aubrey
Postscript: We started dating and have been together (with a couple short breaks) since then, about six years.
I went for very minor surgery and was accompanied only by my mom and dad. I have a horrible fear of needles and anesthesia where I believe I will not wake from it. Surgery went without incident, and I was put in the recovery room. The first thing I screamed when I came to was, “WHERE ARE YOU?!” It was in this drug-induced state that I really did want him there, every moment of every day.
—Katie
Postscript: I was lucky that he felt the same way, and he spent the following days of my recovery, and the past four years, by my side. We’re getting married this summer.
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.
—Kevan
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.
We were driving home from the grocery store one day after a few months together, and she asked, “Do you love me?” After thinking about it for a minute, I realized, “Well, yes, I guess I do.” All it took was her asking me to realize it.
—Dan
Postscript: We’ve been together almost two years, minus one short break, and are making plans to move in together.
