Crushed Bones in the Grand Canyon... I was talking with a good old friend when she asked me, "At what point did you know he fell in love you? Like, truly loved you?". How do you know?
And so I asked him. This is how our conversation went:
- When did you know you fell in love with me?
- I think when I waited for you while you were at your friend's wedding. It seemed like the longest time ever and I kept on yearning for your return. Then I knew something was brewing.
- It wasn't later when you took care of me while I had my wisdom teeth removed?
-No. I fell for you a LONG time ago. By that point, I fell for you for so long that my bones were already crushed in a huge ditch by then...like in the Grand Canyon! :P
Well, that was when I really realized he was here to stay. When I got my wisdom teeth removed, we were dating for about a year already and he flew up to Montreal to be by my side. I was at the pharmacy and my mouth was so numb, I couldn't feel I was drooling while waiting for my prescription. People were giving me weird looks but he didn't hesitate to clean me up without being disgusted. That was when I thought to myself, "Wow, he really loves me. This is so not romantic but he is willing to wipe me and still look at me like I was the cutest thing". I, then, knew we'd grow old together.
I knew I madly loved him from the day I realized I could not go by a day without talking or hearing from him. :) How about you? What is your story?
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