Real Men Spill: 'How I Knew I Was in Love With Her'
Ladies aren’t the only ones who know how to be sweet.
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Real Love - Need some love inspiration? Ladies aren’t the only ones who know how to be sweet. Read these stories from real men about the moment they knew they were head over heels in love. By Kenrya Rankin Naasel (Photo: Zave Smith/Corbis)
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Groundhog Day - There were many moments when I knew Ana was the one, but they all happened on the same bench, and each moment was identical to the first. The moon was always shining down on the water in front of us and the same people were running up and down the pier in their neon-colored sneakers. Each night we went there, I sat on her right, on the first bench in a line of five. Every time we would stop kissing, she would look up at me with her beautiful brown eyes and then look out into the water. I would look at her and think to myself that I could adore her, beyond all things, forever. And I plan to. —Justin, 22, New York City (Photo: LWA/Dann Tardif/Blend Images/Corbis)
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First Sight - I knew I loved Tiffany the first time I saw her. I was playing the keyboard at church, and I looked out and saw her in the congregation. God told me at that very moment that she was my wife. We were soon inseparable — I couldn't stand to be away from her. —Raymond, 25, Los Angeles (Photo: Tanya Constantine/Blend Images/Corbis)
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Frequent Flyers - I fell in love with my wife in the middle of an airport. She lived in California and I lived in Illinois. A friend had connected us on Facebook, and after talking on the phone for months, we’d finally planned for her to fly to Chicago so we could meet face to face. When I saw her coming down the escalator at Midway, my heart was at complete peace that this woman was my wife. We are now happily married and just had our first baby! —Jamal, 25, Chicago (Photo: 2/Jim Arbogast/Ocean/Corbis)
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One-track Mind - It was one of the worse winter weather nights we’d seen in a long time, and I was on the phone with Shauntel. She said she was cold in her place. Worried about her, I asked if she wanted some company. She said yes. So I packed a bag and walked three miles through two feet of snow, then waited two hours for the weather-delayed train. Once I arrived at her stop, I couldn’t get a cab. So I walked another two miles, this time in more than three feet of the white stuff. It wasn’t the moment that I finally made it to her — cold and soaked to the skin — that I knew I loved her. It was the moment that I realized my mind had never once strayed from her from the second we hung up the phone, five hours before. —Isaiah, 29, Oxon Hill, MD (Photo: Tom Grill/Blend Images/Corbis)
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