作者：薄荷荷译 来源：Reader's Digest 2018-03-06 13:09
How do you know when you've found the one?
Was it that shy glance, the cute nickname—or an offer to fix a clogged sink?
As these stories attest, lightning often strikes when you least expect it.
One day in junior high, I went to the movies. I sat with friends behind a row of boys from our class. The boy in front of me turned around and planted a kiss on me.
When I got home, my parents asked me about the movie. I drew a blank. I couldn’t remember anything after the kiss.
I’ve been married to that boy for 41 years.
—DonnaLou Baner, Gridley, Illinois
A week after I met my husband, we visited the Illinois State Fair with his family. At one point, someone yelled out, “Does anybody know what time it is?”
At the same exact moment, we shouted back the Chicago lyric, “Does anybody really care?”
I knew it was true love.
—Christa Parry, Mediapolis, Iowa
My boyfriend of three weeks was helping my roommate and me move back to college for our senior year.
While unpacking, I listed all the things I loved about my new apartment: “I love my new room, I love my bathroom, I love our kitchen, I love our living room, I love my boyfriend …”
As soon as I’d uttered those words, I wanted to stuff them back into my mouth. My beau just laughed, and we both knew that what I’d said was true.
Five years later, we’re married and getting ready to celebrate our first daughter turning one.
—Michelle Planter, Raleigh, North Carolina
In the 14 years that we went from classmates tobest friends, I never once consciously thought of him as a lover.
I tried remembering the exact moment I’d fallen for him by reliving all those moments that had made us laugh, fight, cry, and ache for each other. Try as I might, I could not recall it.
Then it came to me on our wedding day. I had been in love with him all along.
—Priyanka Prasad, Dumfries, Virginia
I was in the hospital having my tonsils removed. The guy was going to pick me up after he got off work, at 5 p.m. But I was discharged early, at 3:15, and the nurse asked if someone would be picking me up.
Just then, it hit me.
“Yes, my boyfriend,” I said, smiling. “He isn’t supposed to be here until five, but he won’t be able to wait that long. He’ll get here early because he’ll be worried about me.”
Sure enough, he was there 15 minutes later.
—Traci Stout, Beaverton, Oregon