redfaerythinker
Brilliant_Rock
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I was leafing through a bridal magazine this evening (my secret passion) and I got to thinking about how exactly I knew that my FF was the one for me. And I decided that it would be interesting to see how everyone else knew. Was it love at first sight, or was it a moment in time?
I''ll start... Although there are many times that I can think of there are two that really stick out to me. On July 3 of 2007(wow) my bf fell off his bike and broke his arm in three places. He was immediately rushed into surgery and even though he was gonna be ok it scared me sooo much. Then later that night my father died. The funeral was four days later and my bf didn''t leave my side, even though he must have felt so sick, on all this medication which made him nauseous and tired. He couldn''t move his whole arm and his fingers were all swollen and he couldn''t even straighten them out but as he sat next to me at the funeral, he tried to "stroke" me. It was so sweet and a little funny because it ended up being more of a petting motion. But it was so "him". And then the second was a couple weeks later when it was finally starting to hit me that my dad was really gone, he sat up all night with me and held me in his lap and rocked me. It made me cry even harder, but he never let me go. I''m all teary eyed just thinking about it. I just feel so lucky.
Sorry this was so long!
I''ll start... Although there are many times that I can think of there are two that really stick out to me. On July 3 of 2007(wow) my bf fell off his bike and broke his arm in three places. He was immediately rushed into surgery and even though he was gonna be ok it scared me sooo much. Then later that night my father died. The funeral was four days later and my bf didn''t leave my side, even though he must have felt so sick, on all this medication which made him nauseous and tired. He couldn''t move his whole arm and his fingers were all swollen and he couldn''t even straighten them out but as he sat next to me at the funeral, he tried to "stroke" me. It was so sweet and a little funny because it ended up being more of a petting motion. But it was so "him". And then the second was a couple weeks later when it was finally starting to hit me that my dad was really gone, he sat up all night with me and held me in his lap and rocked me. It made me cry even harder, but he never let me go. I''m all teary eyed just thinking about it. I just feel so lucky.
Sorry this was so long!