…you change the channel from speedvision coverage of grand prix motorcycle racing so she can watch the dog show. (i can’t believe i actually did that!)
…say “I do” and mean it. (i can’t believe i actually did that!)
…drive 1700 miles in 33 hours to get home to be with her. (i can’t believe i actually did that!)
…think its kinda cute when the baby throws up all over you. (i can believe he actually did that! shit, he does it almost every day!)
You wake up in the morning, you both look like trucks ran over you, your breath stinks, your hair looks like something that would make Medusa jealous, but you still understand that that mumbled [sub]mblthpth[/sub] before you’ve had the morning coffee means “I love you.” 
{{{{Esprix}}}} His loss.
also…
…when you don’t have to say “I love you” to know it.
When the words he speaks have the ability to lift you to the utmost heights of happiness or completely crush your world…
And when you have to let him go… knowing he is not coming back
When his smile makes you shiver.
When he fills with you the need to grab him and kiss him till you’re both breathless from something as simple as an AIM conversation or a phone call.
When he posts entire threads about you and it makes you want to cry.
When you realise you will only be happy if she is happy.
… when you can watch him fuck up his life, but can still be there when he needs a rock to cling to.
… can stand to listen to him talk about his lost true love, and still spend the whole weekend with him and have a great time!
…and be your rock when you need one.
When he shows up for a date, but he’s feeling sick. So instead of going out, you get him home to bed, and get him all the stuff needed to be sick happily: juice, soup, kleenex, ice cream, and a big stuffed Pooh bear. And after tucking him in, making sure he’s warm and safe and drifting off to sleep, on the way home you realize that it was, actually, a pretty great date.
When her habits slowly creep into yours - nose-blowing with a handkerchief (rather than my sleeve), washing my hands thoroughly after bathroom trips, etc.
When you stay up nights, typing your heart out into a journal and wind up making a thirty-paragraph essay on your thoughts of her in less than one hour.
When she’s been across the Atlantic ocean, in Europe, for the last six months, and you still cry over her, despite having all communication cut off from her.
When you don’t tell her you love her, for fear that she may react in a way damaging to herself.
I am a love-lorn soul.
When you stop having sex dreams about your 4th grade teacher.
what? WHAT??? Oh. No, really? For real? Oh man.
:eek:
Okay, seriously? When you travel for endless hours, and money is irrelevant and a means to an end so that at the end of the day, at 12:25am, you can stand on the grass below her deck, and gaze up at her eyes and see in her face love, and soothing calm, and excitement.
When words are only one of the ways, not the best way.
When she gives you a second tea bag in your cup without you asking her.
I have to stop… 
Love?
What’s that?
…When you carry a picture of him in your pocket wherever you go.
. . .you want nothing more than to take her and leave home and be with her forever.
. . .you’d take any pain of hers on yourself a thousand times over.
. . .you are talking to each other over the phone or internet and you find that whenever someone says something, the other person says “me too”.
…When nothing at all matters but being together.
…when you know you can wait for ever if that’s what it takes (been engaged a year and half, will be two years plus by the time we get married)
…when you can talk for hours and still have things to say.
…when you have your own language.
…when you truly understand each others’ dreams and accept the sacrifices needed to achieve them.
…when you’re apart and your biggest fantasy about what you want to do when you see her again has nothing to do with sex.
…when you accept each other completely, the good and the bad.
…when you can fart in front of each other. I mean that. It means your totally comfortable with each other
…when the scariest thing in the world isn’t knowing you’ll never be with anyone else again, it’s the thought of not being with her.
I’m not familiar with “love”
But I am familiar with “irrational obsession”
But now I see they are pretty much the same thing, except without the reciprocation
When you realize you’ve been talking about your problems for an hour and you apologize for venting so much and he says, “It’s all right, I just like hearing you talk.”
When he doesn’t push you away when you cry.
When he brings you tons of chocolate during PMS.
When he makes you chainmail bracelets and buys you corsets for Christmas, simply because you like them my best friend does this).
When after twenty-one years and two kids, you still spend most of your coffee break on the phone to him–EVERY day!
sigh, or go to my balcony, bust out my falsetto and sing “Some day my princesse) will come” and then stop because you forgot the rest of the words.
But I do have some recollections from way back when and …
… You know you’re in love when you wake up in the morning with her and you don’t move, just watch her sleeping.
… You know long find yourself singing “Love is a battlefield…” but instead “Oh my love for the first time in my life, my eyes are wide open.”
<sniff, sniff> Some of these are so romantic. I didn’t see the original Snooopy post, but yeah banging my head on a wall sounds useful at the moment. <sigh>
You know you’re in love when you don’t have to tell him where you’ve been, where you are now, and where you are going because he doesn’t care as long as he’s with you…