I remember the moment I knew Drew was it. (I’ve told this story before, so bear with me if you’re an old-time reader and remember it.) We’d been (long-distance) dating for about six months and I’d just spent a few days visiting him in NYC (I still lived in Chicago at the time). I had decided that the long-distance thing was too much for me and I was scared, and so I told him it was over as I left for the airport. I was heartbroken. All the way on the bus ride to LaGuardia, I worried that I had made a mistake. At the airport, I met my friend at the gate; he’d just spent the weekend in NYC, too, and we were booked on the same flight back to Chicago. I told him what had happened and how sad I was.
We were so distracted by the conversation that we didn’t notice that our flight had boarded and left the gate before it was too late. There were no other flights back to Chicago that evening, so we both had to spend one more night in the city and catch the first flight out in the morning. I knew then, when I was flooded with relief, that Drew was it. I couldn’t wait to get back to Manhattan and see him and tell him. I’d make a mistake. The long-distance thing still scared me; I was scared about a lot of stuff. But as long as we were in it together, I knew I’d be ok. And I was, and we were. And that was the moment I knew for sure.
How about you? How did you know you’d found the one?