. . .you can’t stand to me more than an arm’s length away from her.
. . .when you think about how you feel about her, it brings a tear to your eye.
. . .life is good because she’s in your life.
Any others?
Your friends start rolling their eyes and saying things like “Jeez, lucie, can’t you talk about something else?”, or start keeping a count of the number of times the Love Object’s name slips into your conversation.
… you doodle your beloved’s name in the margin of your American literature class notes, and a friend you’re studying with wants to know who it is, and why we have to know that name.
At least that’s what happened to me, almost 20 years ago now!
She sleeps with you and doesn’t charge you.
…You’ll wash his laundry, even the undies, without thinking “WTF am I doing?” 
…The sole purpose of opening your email is to see if he wrote you.
…Watching sappy tv shows literally brings a tear to your eye and the thought “We will be like that one day.”
…You don’t care about the situation he’s in, or how much money he makes, or what he does, just as long as you know he loves you just as much.
Skerri, who has just recently had the love of her life (well, for 9 years, at least) return the feeling
…you trust him enough to let him shave your legs for you.
[sub](what? what are you looking at?)[/sub]
. . . you’re willing to go to hell and back with him and still want to wake up with him for the rest of your life. (For those of you who think I mean something else, what I really mean is nursing him when he’s sick! LOL)
oooooh, that’s a good one.
…when the smell of his aftershave and shampoo as he hugs you is enough to completely soothe the days crapola out of your system.
…when he doesn’t mind putting bandaids on your carelessly self-inflicted tree-climbing scrapes.
…when you genuinly forget how short a time you’ve known each other.
…when you forgive him, and find forgiveness for you in his eyes.
…when you can have a huge fight over the Battle of Dunkirk, yet say “I still love you” at the end of the night.
…when communication from him is enough to make you grin like a moron.
When every day you think even more that marrying him was the best thing you ever, ever did.
You write a hand-written 54-page letter talking about everything you’ve ever felt about him, ending with a plea to leave his current lover and marry you, including your willingness to relocate to another country for him.
He turns you down anyway.
[sub](What? What? What are you looking at?)[/sub]
Esprix
…you can fart in front of him/her.
Or is this why I am still alone?
Aww. Poor Esprix.
… when he asks you how you’re doing, and no matter how awful your day was, you can honestly say “Great,” now that he’s here.
… you think nothing of spending $150 and 28 hours round-trip on a bus to spend 38 hours with him.
… when just thinking of him can bring a smile to your face when you’re feeling blue.
[Hobbes]
When the object of your affection walks by, your heart drops down into your stomach and splashes your innards. All the moisture makes you start sweating profusely. The condensation shorts circuits your brain, you get all woozy, and babble like a cretin until she leaves.
[/Hobbes]
I don’t know. Last week I cut a few paint-blistering farts and Mr. Cranky said if I pooted like that when we were courting, we’d never have gotten married.
… when seeing a thread like this doesn’t make you want to beat your head against the wall.
Shave your legs? Legs I can get myself. There are other areas that require more trust.
Pfft. Legs.
…you can talk for 7 hours and still have more to say to each other.
…you check your e-mail when you get into work and when you leave, just in case.
…being apart feels like you are incomplete.
…you offer to do something just because it would make her happy.
…you give him your last Kit-Kat stick and don’t resent it a bit.