I can still vividly remember, over two decades ago now, the stomach flutters I got when I first talked to the woman who became my wife and my companion and friend for the rest of my life. It all started innocently, talking over a computer, a rare thing for me who would rather lurk online most of the time. It took all of a few sentences to get those flutters and I fell in love.
I get those flutters still, that slightly nervous feeling tinged with excitement. It doesn't take much most of the time, more often than not just when I get home from work and see my wife for the first time in 12 hours or so. Other times it is when she gets dressed up for us to go out and I smile more on the inside than is possible on the outside and I have a huge Muppet sized grin.
If you can't get this kind of feeling about someone, even after two decades, I really don't think it is love. I know that since I still get this feeling I still love my wife. There is no other proof I need, I know it and I physically feel it.
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