I was always so skeptical, and I HATED hearing people tell me that it will happen when I least expect it to.  In my mind, that was the biggest bunch of bull that I had ever heard.  And had it not been for that rainy day in July, I’d still be skeptical.

I met him.  Yes, the one.

I’m not going lie and tell this fantastic story of how our eyes met from across the room and it was love at frist site because frankly, that’s bullshit and it didn’t happen that way.  My story, starts in a bowling alley.

I had heard of this guy for a long time.  I knew I would have to meet him eventually because we were standing up together in my sister’s wedding.  It was only a matter of time til we met (my parents had already met him at my sisters engagement party).  Well, that night in the bowling alley was the day.  The option of us dating NEVER occurred to me.  I only ever thought of him as the guy I would walk in my sister’s wedding with.

Let me just say, my sister is HORRIBLE at introducing people, so I was there and I knew her and her fiance’ and no one else.  Well approximately 2 hours later we finally introduced ourselves to each other because no one else had.  I didn’t think anything of it besides this was the guy I would be standing up with in my sister’s wedding.

Many shots and drinks later we decide to continue the party at my sister’s apartment.  I thought, hell yes I can get some action, never in my life did I think it would develop into the most amazing thing I have ever felt…but I don’t want to get ahead of the story.

We made out and that’s about it.  I had his number, he had mine and we texted non-stop for days.

Days after we had met I find out that at the engagement party back in December, my mom met him and said to my dad that he would be perfect for me.

WHAT? I AM FALLING FOR SOMEONE MY MOM THINKS IS PERFECT FOR ME.  Now, I’m not sure about everyone else, but in my head, anyone who my Mom thinks is good for me, immediately is NOT, mostly because I don’t want to accept the fact that my mom does, indeed, know whats good for me. Damn her.

You can see where this is going. I’ll fast forward through the details, because TRUST ME, I could talk about them for days…

Everyone always says when you find the right one, you just know.  I have never doubted this, infact I have ALWAYS said that if I met the right man today, I’d marry him tomorrow.

Well, he is the one.

People will tell me we haven’t been dating long, and they are right.
People will tell me we don’t know each other very well, and they are right.

We have been together less than a month, and we are still getting to know each other.  That, is the beauty of a relationship.  We get to know each other as we grow together.  We learn new things about each other all the time and it is amazing.

When it is right, it is right.  This relationship is right.  I love him.  I want to spend my life with him.  Call me crazy but I don’t need years to tell me if I love someone.  I consider myself lucky, I have found him and I realized it fast, and nothing will change that.

He is possibly the most amazing man I have ever met.  I just think about him and I am overwhelmed with a feeling I have never felt before.  It is an extreme happiness.  So much so, that it almost brings me to tears.  I think about the day that I finally tell him I love him (I have not said it, I want too, badly) and it brings me such happiness that I cannot even describe the feeling.

I have never, in my life, EVER told a guy I was dating that I loved him.  I wasn’t sure what I was feeling was love.  I have found that the feeling of love truly cannot be defined.  I asked my sister how she knew she was in love and she told me that is just when you get that feeling in your stomach…like a tingly feeling, or even butterflies.  My response, “If this isn’t love, then I think I have the bird flu.”

So, there you have it..I found love and I am no longer a skeptic.  I wasn’t looking or hoping for it.  It just happened.

When it is right, it is right…and you do ‘just know’

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