this may be kind of a long story.. but this is my situation and how i knew.
i met my boyfriend when i was 16, he was 20. He walked into my friend's house, was so beautiful, and mentioned a series of things that had me dumbstruck. I had a HUGE crush one him and my friend and i arranged that i would be over every time he was there. We found out how similar we were. I really really liked him, but he was older, and i didnt have much hope that things would work out. My friend thought he liked me, but that he was shy/put off by the age difference.
Eventually i gave up. Around Christmas, we lost contact, and the following summer i started to date someone. Other guys came and went, But he was always in the backof my mind. Whenever i saw him, i just wanted to dump everything and run to him. Eventually when we started to talk again, i realized that the feelings had never gone. Two years after we first met, he finally asked me out. That was in november of 2004. We don't fight, because we know that there isn't much thats important enough to get mad at each other over. When we do have a "spat", we make up an hour later.
I know i love him because from when i met him, till when we started dating i couldn't stop thinking about him. Because after having a horrible day, just telling him my problems (even if he says nothing) i'll feel a million times better. Because i can actually admit i'm wrong to him. Because i can't picture my life without him. He makes me want to be the best person i can be. And since i've been with him he's helped me to really love who i am. He makes me feel great about my looks, and the person i am.
I know i love him because i put up with his dad. enough said.