one of the most common asked questions about a romantic relationship is "when moment did you realize you loved your significant other?"
and time cannot measure the amount i've pondered this question myself. was there really a moment? i've felt a variety of guilt or sadness about possibly not remembering something seemingly so important. until i though about it from a different perspective. there never was ONE singular moment but rather a compilations of events, situations, and moments of your kindness that built up my questioning of loving you every day. i think the truth really is is that i've always loved you. as a friend, as a crush, and as my better half. but that's unreasonable to say i've loved you since i met you right? but i really did already love being in your presence from the very first time i was around you. from then on, every moment spent together had only built my growing love for you until i eventually (and drunkenly) couldn't hold it in any longer. sure some maybe could've thought it was premature, but would they think the same thing if they had a significant other like you? they couldn't possibly. the only way i REALLY knew for sure it was love was how i've never felt like being the type of woman to get married and have a big family and live a steady non-independent life until i met you. now nothing could ever make me imagine a future without you.
