How Do You Know?

They say that when you know you’ve found “the one,” you just know. But how soon is too soon to really tell? How long does it take to fall in love with someone?

I met Him for the first time on December 8th. After matching on tinder and talking on Snapchat for a few days, he asked if he could buy me dinner. I said yes, and he came and picked me up. We walked around under the Christmas lights downtown, and got dinner at a pizza restaurant. On the way home, we talked about how we both loved Disney movies, and he asked if I was up to watching one. So we did, and cuddled. It got to be pretty late by the time we finished the movie, so he asked if I would mind if he slept on my couch. I wasn’t ready to give up the cuddles, so I told him he could sleep in bed with me. We laid there, in each other’s arms all night and it was bliss.

The next morning, we woke up and he asked what time I wanted him to leave. I told him I didn’t want him to leave, and he laughed and asked what I wanted to do that day. We decided on a movie, so he watched TV and hung out with me while I got ready and did some homework until it was time to leave for the movie. We went to the movie and were the only ones in the theatre. He paid for the tickets and snacks and held my hand through the whole thing. Afterward, we came back home and laid on my bed, talking about everything under the sun. We took the love language test, and found out that we have the same top 3 love languages. We both deleted the tinder app from our phones. It started getting dark, and he was getting ready to leave. He kissed me goodbye, but it very quickly became intense and passionate, and escalated into sex. We showered together, then he asked if we could go get a quick bite to eat. Which, he again paid for. Afterward, we watched another Disney movie, and talked some more. He wound up sleeping over again, then left the next morning because we both needed to get homework done, and he had to work later.

That morning we counted it out and realized that we had just spent 40 consecutive hours together, but it felt like we had blinked and suddenly it was time for him to go. The whole weekend felt like a fairytale. He was a perfect gentleman the whole time, and made me feel like the star of his show.

Since he’s left, we’ve spent practically the whole day texting about how much we are falling for the other, and he sent me this a few minutes ago:

"It's not about who you've been with. It's about who you end up with. Sometimes the heart doesn't know what it wants until it finds what it wants."

Maybe we’re rushing into things, and maybe we’re getting a little too hung up on each other, but I swear I could marry Him. Is it bad how fast we’re going? I don’t want to slow down. I just have this intuition that I’m supposed to spend the rest of my life with him, and I’m ready to get to all the good parts.