How do you know when you're in love?

I think you know when you cannot imagine a life without the person.

She will tell you. Then her mother will. Then it is too late.

In all seriousness, when I find out, I’ll report back.

When you don’t have to ask, and thinking of that person makes your stomach flip flop in that special way :) When you want to put them before yourself as well…that’s how I know :)

You will know when you are both still together in 50 years.

When you want the other person’s happiness more than your own, you love them.

@Marina That describes it for me as well, but I’ll add: When you just look into their eyes and you just know.

It’s a feeling that’s hard to explain. For me, I just knew. I couldn’t imagine life without him and he’s the main person in my life that makes me happy and makes life worth living.

I think there’s a sign at the town line. That should help you figure it out.

As cliche as it sounds, when you look at that person and it gives you that feeling of familiarity like you’re looking at yourself…that’s when I know.

When I don’t have to ask if I am. I just am, and there’s no lingering worry about if I could do better or if I’m just in lust or deep like.

I know that I when I’m on cloud nine (just watch the first 2 min.) I believe that it is one of the best feelings in the world. The thought of knowing that somebody is there, to hold me when I’m hurting, to cuddle with me when I cry, and tells me that everything is alright. Those feelings, are indescribable, something that can’t be explained.

Asking the strong to be weak is like asking a hooker for a freebie, that’s my take on love. Random, from out of nowhere, and seemingly suspended within it’s own self pervading context, well enough of trying to sound smart, typos, and misused words included. In the words of a musician “love is free, love me, say hell yeah” Love, well, love you feel in your pants, the more you think about it the more it grows fur, teeth, and pinchers, crawls out the pants, and nests on your shoulder for awhile, screaming alien obscenties at people you walk past. Even the girl at the Starbucks you get you grande Americano’s from that smile’s as you basketball coins into her tip jar, why she never fell at your feet begging to marry you, is akin to the Fibonacci in its mystery by definition. Eventually, love, comes to rest, somewhere in your inner ear, and whispers too you, that you are the best, better than anyone, as it slowly causes a rather painful, inner ear infection, making it hard to walk.

My favorite quote about love. I couldn’t have said it better.

“Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love” which any of us can convince ourselves we are.

“Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.”
– Captain Corelli’s Mandolin

My husband and I had a long engagement because I have a terrible fear of commitment (well, not commitment, but fear of regret). Finally, I figured I ought to either break it off and start over, or dive in. The thought of leaving my husband was unbearable. He came home and we got married. My only regret is that we didn’t do it sooner.

It might be worth noting that my husband was my first, and I was his first. Neither of us were interested in the dating game, and we both enjoy having a stable, reliable relationship. Perhaps this may contribute to how easy it was for us to get married and be completely happy being ‘tied down’ to one person. We both love it.

when you really want sacrifice everything for that person, you will know that you are in love…

I would marry anyone. Now, right fucking red hot now.

*when I want more for them than for myself
*when I think about ways to ease their burdens
*when I think of things that might bring them joy during the day
*when I want to show them and experience with them every great thing I’ve known
*when in hurt I can swallow my pride and reach out instead
*when I care more about what works between us rather than who is “right”
*when I’m not afraid to imagine us as two old people still holding hands

You really can’t live without that person. I know someone that couldn’t eat, & just cried all day when the person they’re married to now, broke off the relationship. You literally can’t live without them.

There is no such thing as “being in love”. But love can be in you.

When you want to hug them so hard it’s like a physical need, but at the very same time you are scared that doing so would hurt them.