I don't remember what exact day it was. I don't exactly remember what he was talking about. I don't even remember if we actually needed anything so desperately to warrant an 11pm Meijer trip. Butane, maybe some ice cream or something? But there I am, pushing an empty cart down the grill aisle, looking at him and I just know. He's dancing to whatever song they're blaring over the speaker system, and I'm just laughing. I love this man. I love this man and there is nowhere I would rather be than this aisle in this very moment. It feels like it's written all over my face. It feels uncontainable, like if I look at him for too long, I'll blurt it out at self-checkout. I didn't---but it didn't take long after that.

I'd known a lot of feelings in my life, but none of them ever compared to the rush of realizing you're falling THAT kind of love...The kind they write the movies and cheesy books about. The moment I first knew, we were driving in a parking garage in downtown Ann Arbor, heading to dinner. Someone came screeching around the corner and almost hit our car, and we simultaneously started yelling something to the effect of "HEY ASSHOLE WATCH IT." And thats when I knew. I turned to her and said "Oh no. I think I love you. I know I love you." From that day, I have not spent one single moment out of love with her, and I never will.