It’s a funny thing, knowing when you’re in love. I still don’t recall the exact moment I knew. I can remember the night we talked about how if we were both single at the same time, we would get together just for the hell of it. Then every day after that I found myself hoping, wishing, praying for it to happen. I realised that I had in fact unknowingly loved her this whole time; I realized that I had never cared so much about a person. And it scared the hell out of me.
Postscript: We are still not together. I don’t know if we ever will be.
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My father told me that he knew he loved my mother when he went to catch her throw up after a night of heavy drinking. After being convinced that that was what love was all about, I decided it wasn’t something I was willing to try. Years later, I found myself with a handful of boogers and a smile on my face. It wasn’t quite throw up, but frantic moment spent diving after that sneeze was enough to make me realize that I had found love.
Postscript: After two years, we’re still together and looking for an apartment.
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It wasn’t when I told him I loved him back that first time. It was four months in, we were lying in bed, naked. He was sleeping, and I was hugging him. I was stroking his back, and I could hear his breath. Then, I started sobbing (I’m that cheesy) because that moment felt perfect. Everything fit, and I was in love.
Postscript: I didn’t feel I loved him back that first time because I hadn’t taken his virginity, yet. After those 4 months, I had. Multiple times.
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Someone took a picture of him and me talking while standing in a line at Harry Potter World. Our conversation was probably arbitrary, about school or some television show. But the way we were staring into each other’s eyes in that photo said it all. And I knew from then on it was love.
Postscript: To this day I have no idea how he really feels about me.
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We were at a used book store, grabbing as many novels as we could. After realizing they only accepted cash, we both immediately pulled out all we had and decided we would share whatever we bought – no words were exchanged to confirm this. We stood staring at the racks for over an hour trying to find the best ones with his arm wrapped around me. I realized that it was what I’d been waiting for.
Postscript: We were together for a few amazing months before it wasn’t what we wanted anymore.
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On the first night we spent alone together, we rented old cheesy movies, had Chinese food, and talked forever. In the morning, he looked at me in the eye, held my face, and kissed me like I have never been before. He paused for a moment and said “I love you” with such conviction. I knew right then that I felt the same way, but since the relationship was still so new, I couldn’t bring myself to say it.
Postscript: That was almost seven years ago, and I still get that same feeling when I think of that moment.
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I was really sick and was working on a project until 1:30 in the morning. My boyfriend walked across campus to say goodnight to me and tuck me in. He even told me a bedtime story! The story of how we met, from his prospective.
Postscript: We’ve been together for 9 months, and he’s my first love.
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