I almost fell to the ground, spilling my beer.
At any rate, the dinner was nice, we went for sushi, went to a bar around the corner that happened to have a ska band playing. The bar was small and crowded, all the seats were taken, so she goes to the bar to grab us some drinks. In my infinite and unabashed derpyness, I went to lean on the pool table after she handed me my drink a little too close to the edge and my butt slid off the corner. I almost fell to the ground, spilling my beer. If I could have found a hole to go die of embarrassment in I would have. I thought for sure that was going to be the last time I saw her. Eight years later we are happily married, and it's been one of those loves you want to write poems and songs about, the kind of love that still moves me to tears sometimes.
squirrelgrrrl on Reddit
It deepened my love with my wife.
I told her I was married (before the making out) and I wanted to see her again, but I needed to talk with my partner before anything else happened. Went home, had a very hard conversation with my wife, in which LOTS of stuff came up, but ultimately my wife let me see her again.
Flash forward a year and we are still dating, very in love, she is friends with my wife, and I couldn't be happier. I know it's a pretty different situation, but I'm really happy that I took ownership of what I wanted and found that it deepened my love with my wife, and also let me find this new and spectacular love that she supports.
coindork on Reddit
She looked sad — I could tell because I was sad, too.
I had been in New York City for two years and was still struggling to feel at home (a slew of health problems that cropped up only made me feel more alienated). I thought, maybe, we could make each other a little less sad. I snapped a photo and sent it to my mom — and my dad, and my sister, and my best friend — and asked what they thought. After I got their approval, I walked around the store to mull it over: Would I be home enough to care for her? Will I be able to take care of her if my health takes a turn for the worse? Will I pigeonhole myself into being a miserable, crazy cat lady for the rest of my life? But those answers didn't matter — I knew I wouldn't be able to leave the store without her.
She's been by my side for a year now, and I can say, without a doubt, she's one of the best decisions I've ever made. Sure, I have to wear high socks or pants in her presence (so much ankle-biting!), but she helped me through a pretty difficult year and taught me that even when it feels like the last thing you can do, caring for someone (or something) other than yourself is a form of self-care too.
I woke up the next morning, saw everyone asleep on the floor, and realized how truly loved I was.
I was privileged enough to grow up in a household where I witnessed love between my parents every single day.
"It was all of that combined with the look in his eyes that he was so sure of his answer and that he would love my mom no matter what she did to him. I realized then that I need to search for a love like my parents. I was privileged enough to grow up in a household where I witnessed love between my parents every single day no matter what. I want to be able to do that for my children and model to them what true love looks like."
I guess I loved him about five minutes in.
Getting the duck back into its cage was truly a bonding experience.
He likes to tell people I threw my shoe at him!
He was there, in the kitchen, baking chocolate chip cookies.