Years ago when catching up with a high school friend while we were both home on a college break, she asked me to explain how I knew I was in love with my then boyfriend, the 8 year passionate roller coaster I wrote about in the previous post. We were crazy about each other back then. Looking back now, I think we were both just crazy. I told her I just knew I'd be happy in a field picking berries with him. Why I used that example I have no idea considering picking berries is not an activity I would normally take pleasure in. A few years later when we both ended up living in NYC we reconnected. She told me she used my picking berries idea as a benchmark for how much she liked someone. I felt honored. I had offered her a love litmus test.
It's been a while since I've thought about picking berries with anyone, a long time.
I believe, though it's getting harder to do so, that there is one perfect person out there for you. If I'm wrong, I'll settle for someone who'll at least offer me his umbrella when it's raining.
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