So I told you a smidge about our first date, and that I was never really into dating, but I didn’t tell you about knowing she was the one. We fit together instantly like puzzle pieces, which was incredibly scary and exhilarating at the same time. After two months of dating we bought plane tickets five months out to visit Sweetie Scone’s family. After knowing her for two months, I committed to a relationship of seven months, good, bad, or indifferent. SEVEN MONTHS! That was huge—just putting it out there.
This act alone was absolutely out of character for me. I am the girl who hadn’t held a relationship past four months. I actively pushed people away when things started getting too real. In buying those plane tickets, I knew that she had made it into my heart; she had a grasp on me that I couldn’t shake.
After that moment I let her in more and more. Shortly after that we started talking about marriage unofficially…
I knew then after two months that she was my match because I was willing to risk my comfort zone by traveling to another time zone.
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How did you know that your SO was “the one”?