July 29th 2010

How do you know when you are in love

I knew I was in love when I stopped comparing him to other people. I was courteous to him all the time. It was so easy to be myself. I could embrace him without the guilt. I gave him my full attention even after a hard day at work. No matter how big his dreams were, I was his biggest fan. I supported him no matter what. When he would drink I always toasted to our love. We would watch the sunrise and discuss the moon at night. I would tell him why he was such important part of my life and get misty eyed as I said it. We would laugh about the simpliest things. He would tell me about his day and I would discuss mine. He was my soulmate. When the East coast had a blackout we read vampire books over candlelight. We talked about our good and bad memories. I let go of the past so I could have a future with him. Sometimes we would do nothing together but lay in bed and talk and talk and talk. I knew I loved him when I told him about my insomnia and he would turn off the lights and make up a story to tell me until I fell asleep. I trusted him enough to cry and let go of the pain I held in for so long. He was a problem solver and we would do sudoku puzzles together. The hard kind and when I would get frustrated he would finish and show me where I went wrong. He taught me so many things but mainly, how to love with all my heart. I could accept his weaknesses and he could accept mine. When he asked me to give him one good reason why I loved him I gave him my top twenty-five off the top of my head and he was highly impressed. Damn near cried that a woman could love him like I did. We connected on such a deep level there wasnt a man out there that could get my attention. He set a pace that I thought all men should follow. My man was a leader. He kissed so passionately that we didnt even have to make love because his kiss was our forplay. He was so adorable that children loved him. When he told a story he brought the characters to life. Just thinking about him still makes me smile. His optimism on life let me know no matter what was going on in the world, with him everything was going to be alright. He had that special way of comforting me. When he wasnt around I would still think about him, I must admit I still do from time to time. He had non negotiable principles that he lived by. He was the best debater I ever met, You had to be intelligent just to keep a conversation going with him. He was so articulate and spoke in a Barry White's voice. I can go on and on talking about how I knew I was in love but the reason that just stand out is I would have rather ate a McDonalds hamburger with him than to eat at a five-star restraurant with anyone else.

How did you know when you were in love?