I knew he was my forever person when we first spoke and the conversation flowed without any awkward pauses, when I realized I was completely comfortable with him by my side.
I knew he was my forever person when he pressed his lips against my neck and I felt every cliche at once — like I was floating, like butterflies were fluttering in my stomach, like I was finally where I was meant to be.
I knew he was my forever person when I stepped out of his house and got behind the driver’s seat of my car, when I hadn’t even spent a full five minutes without him, and I already missed him.
I knew he was my forever person when I tried to give him the cold shoulder, but he made me laugh so hard that I forgot why I was annoyed in the first place.
I knew he was my forever person when every entry in my diary and every conversation with my friends revolved around him, even on the days I hadn’t seen him and had nothing new to say.
I knew he was my forever person when the sight of his name popping onto my phone screen made me break into a smile so wide it made my jaw hurt.
I knew he was my forever person when I lost three hours of sleep because I didn’t want our conversation to end.
I knew he was my forever person when I was hovered in the bathroom, bawling my eyes out, because someone he loved was in the hospital and I knew how much it would kill him if they died.
I knew he was my forever person when he watched me at my lowest, while I was crying and screaming my lungs out, and instead of judging me, he held me close to calm me down.
I knew he was my forever person when I met his friends and family, and instantly felt comfortable around them, because he made an effort to make me feel included.
I knew he was my forever person when I heard his singing voice and wanted to turn the radio off, so that he was the only thing I could hear.
I knew he was my forever person when we spent hours on the couch and still considered it one of the best weekends of our life.
I knew he was my forever person when I woke up next to him and realized that I never wanted to wake up without him again.
I knew he was my forever person when he told me he loved me, and I realized that he meant it, that he had felt it for a while, and that he would feel it until the day he died.
I knew he was my forever person when the idea of marriage stopped scaring me, when I decided that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with one person, and that person was him.
Source:thoughtcatalog.com