You know those moments when you realise that you love the person you’re with? Not those ‘They’re the ONE’ moments, just that sudden realisation that you’re comfortable with them. Perhaps a little too comfortable…
I have a terrible singing voice. My boyfriend has a beautiful one. As a result, I never sing in front of him, for fear that he would drop dead. It’s THAT bad.
I sing along to the radio in the car, only when I’m alone. Until the other day, when I realized that I was belting out a song in my false voice (i.e. it’s not really singing or talking, it’s just painful) and he was sitting next to me. He didn’t even bat an eyelid either!!
At what point did you realise that the person you’re with or a friend wasn’t going to be run off by something as simple as farting during sex? (yep, done that too)
I’ve been married for a year now, but still can’t bring myself to unleash my singing voice on my wife. 
I think in a way, the time I knew my missus was “the one” is when she felt conformtable enough to be herself with me.
I think for me it was a lot similar. Specifically, when I could be myself around her and not worry about what she thought - I usually don’t mean to act differently around everyone else, but she understood rather quickly that even though I might be mature and intelligent, I am a child at heart and love childish things (like playing games and coloring…as well as being a goof-ball)
Of course, knowing that she was “the one” and convincing her was two different battles, but luckily we are together now. heh…
Also, we’ve been married about 3 months, together for several years, and she will not sing in front of me, nor play the guitar. I think she heard my singing voice before we even got together, but since I play a good bit of shows, many of our dates turned into dinner and one of my concerts…
Brendon Small
I made up my mind to be completely myself with Himself (that sounds funny) when we first met. I’m not quite sure when I decided he was ‘the one’. I think it was just gradual.
Knew someone who once said, “If you can safely fart in front of her, it’s love.”
You know it’s love when they’ll kiss you even when you are sick.
For me it was the time he didn’t pick me up from work when he said he would. See, I had a rule, based on a previous relationship experience with an unreliable drunk, where I wouldn’t wait more than 30 minutes for anyone I was meeting somewhere. So I walked off to the bus after waiting exactly 30 minutes. When I got home, he was there, hugging and kissing me and saying, “I lost my girlfriend!” in a cute voice. He HAD gone to my job.
He WAS sorry. And he NEVER did it again.