I was asked before, how I knew. And I said that it wasn't the butterflies in the stomach, or the "You hang up. No, you hang up." kind of love. It was not aggressive nor was it hard-hitting. It was the slow buildup that was gentle and calm. The kind of love that ages well like fine wine. The kind that I will savor as the years go by. A mature kind of love. A sincere kind of love.