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How To Know They Are The One

How To Know They Are The One

Over the last few months, I've had random conversations with girlfriends about how they knew their partner was "the one."  Some of these conversations have been with girlfriends who are just now asking themselves whether the person they are with is actually "the one". It's an interesting topic which I'm sure many of us have touched upon at some point in our lives.  My husband and I will celebrate two years of marriage next week and I can still pinpoint the moment when I knew...

We'd been dating for about 13 months or so when my then-boyfriend complained about some tightness in his chest.  I wasted no time insisting that we go to the ER to get things checked out.  It turns out his doctor recommended he be admitted to the hospital for a few nights for tests.  I remember when they finally moved him to a private room and I sat there with his mother staring at him and watching as nurses rushed in and out, poking and prodding him every hour or so.  At one point I had to leave the room because needles generally freak me out, and because I just had to collect myself.  When I walked into the hallway outside of his room, I remember taking a right towards the elevators. My legs felt heavier than they ever felt before and I had a sudden feeling like I'd been sucker punched.  I had to catch my balance a bit and ended up leaning up against the cold marble wall and dropping my head to my chest.  

I stood there for a moment until one of Hassan's nurses came up to me and asked if I was alright. "Yes," I muttered. "It's just that he's the one and I really need him to be OK."  She smirked at me and led me to the water station so I could refresh myself and then she went on down the hall.

You see, that was the moment when I knew.  I don't think I've ever articulated this story to anyone - including to my husband - but that's when I knew.  Somewhere between him being admitted and my leaning up against that wall, I realized that I didn't want to live without him. I'm not someone that ever says, "I can't live without" something or someone because I don't believe you can hinge your ability to actually live on someone or something else being in your life.  But the feeling in that moment that I really didn't want to live without him let me know everything I needed to know.  It was a mix of fear and pure pure love that led me there, but there I was.  

As I watched him laid up on that hospital bed not knowing what was wrong with him I felt so many emotions. Confusion and concern for sure.  But mostly love.  I just wanted him to be OK, not only for his sake, but selfishly for my own.  Because I didn't want to do life without him.

Since that time I've viewed things differently.  He may drive me crazy, we may argue, we may not always get it right, we may go through hell together, but at the end of the day I wouldn't want to do life with anyone else.  

And that's how I knew...

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