I answer a phone call from my best friend asking that I get to the hospital as soon as I can - she's been in a car accident and wants me to be at the emergency room with her while she waits for her mom to arrive. Thanks to my own mother, I'm not allowed to have my car at college, so I resort to my only available option - go down the hall, bang on my boyfriend's door until he wakes up and hope that he won't mind driving me the couple of miles to the hospital to see her.
Thankfully, he's almost as close to my best friend as I am, so he was quick to get dressed and drive me down there, but I wasn't expecting him to stay there with us. For the couple of hours that I was there with her though, he never even once let go of my hand, much less leave my side. He kept looking at me and asking are you alright?
..well, of course I'm alright! I'm not the one in the hospital!
Just know that I'm here for YOU. I love you
, he'd whisper.
It was there, that night in the packed hospital, with blood and sickness and chaos all around that I realized just how much I loved him.
I'll be the first to admit that I thought
I had been in love in the past, but looking back, it was nothing like this.
This is ideal.
This is perfect.
He is EVERYTHING
and all that I could ever want.
I'm glad I can pinpoint that very moment - a time when I can recall an actual falling in love.
Do you remember when you fell in love? What made you fall in love with them?