Meh. Sounds stupid, but I think I just realised this. We have been together for going on 9 years (not married the whole time, but together nonetheless), and it just never occured to me that he actually loves me. Until this weekend. :smack:
What happened this weekend if I may ask that made you realize this?
He found the “C”.
It was actually a couple of things – one of our mutual friends told me “you know he really loves you,” while we were discussing him. It threw me off. I don’t know how to say this, but I honestly kind of thought that we were together more out of habit for him (comfort/security/whatever you want to call it) than “love.” This mutual friend is not like his BFF or anything – not the person you would have expected him to discuss his love (or lack thereof) for me with, if you know what I mean.
The other thing is that we discussed some things that have been weighing on me lately. Rather than becoming a fight, like I expected (based on it being a few things that were a bit critical of him, but that we have danced around in the past) he accepted what I had to say and agreed that these were valid points and he would “do whatever it takes” to fix these things. *We are not talking about me being a total psychobitch (a task at which I excel, BTW), but things like him smoking and how we need to make more time for us.
Don’t get me wrong, here. I love my husband, I just never really thought about the fact the he could actually be in love with me. We have a great relationship. Most of the time, it’s more like friends with benefits than being married. It just freaked me out to realise that for him it is much deeper than that. It is scary, because I know that I am not good with long-term stuff (chit, this 8 years has been longer than I have even ever kept an animal around!) just not the emotional, girly type. Bah…
Gotcha 
Ahh, I vividly remember the moment that made me realize that my wife (girlfriend at the time) truly loved me. I was eating an ice cream cone. I glanced over at my wife, and then back to the ice cream cone. Then back to my wife. Then back to the ice cream cone. I don’t quite know why, but there was something I needed to do.
“Honey”, I said, “Would you mind if I smushed my ice cream cone onto your nose?”
She thought a second, and said “Well, if you really need to, then ok.”
<smush>
Yeah, any woman who will let you do that is a keeper.
I think that’s the most romantic story I’ve ever read.
sniff
Well, hell, yeah. Then there’s a chance I’ll get a taste of ice cream too.
Dammit, Contrapuntal! Get out of my head!
The inherent romance of the story is entirely dependent on the flavor of ice cream, and whether any went up her nose. 'Cause nostrilized ice cream simply isn’t romantic. Ever.
Says you, woman. Like Hal said, when you get ice cream up a girl’s nose after she was asking for it and it’s consensual, then it’s love.
When the ice creams your mug like a big hulking thug, that’s amore!
That’s ridiculously cute and I’m crying, from laughter and sappiness. Bravo
Actually, I find that doing gross medically stuff for and to each other is also a pretty good indicator of true love. Especially if neither is in a medical field.
I hope she let you lick it off her nose afterward.
I love it!
With me it was a piece of jellied toast and I didn’t ask, I just smooshed it. We laughed for years about that. God, I miss her.
I know this sounds naive, but how can you be with someone for 9 years and marry them without knowing they love you?
Wow…deja vu moment this morning – I finally got a chance to watch last Sunday’s Simpsons over breakfast, and there was a clip of Homer and Marge smushing ice cream on each others noses. Weird.