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When You're Sure That's All There Is

I read a really great book--the latest from the Story Project.

"All There Is"--a book about true love.

All the stories share the same theme, two people meet and fall in love.

That magic, instantaneous, "this is the one" love.

You'd think there would be at least one bit of helpful advice letting us know how they knew, but alas, that's not the case.

They just "knew."

It got me to thinking:

How are you supposed to know?  I mean, really know.

We all have those friends (or have been those friends) who fall in and out of what we think is love, only to insist to the people closest to us--

"No, really, THIS time it's for real."

Wouldn't it be easier to have a definite way of knowing?

I've come up with a list of things that could happen that would let you know that you're definitely in love.

In no particular order, they are--

~ A trumpet
~ A chorus singing (cliche, I know)
~ A chorus singing Megadeth (there ya go)
~ A small man tugging on your pant leg and handing you a rose
~ A wolf howling
~ A coyote howling
~ A wolf and a coyote howling at the same time
~ A bird falling dead from the sky (but then again, if love really is that prevalent, we all may need to carry around more umbrellas)
~ A cancelled tv show returns (Yay "Wings!")
~ A flash flood (preferably not near you of course)
~ A donkey gives birth (a male donkey--then you'd REALLY be sure)
~ A mermaid grows legs
~ A pretty red-headed girl grows a fish tail
~ A dolphin grows arms
~ A monkey tap dances (Don't you kind of want to see that anyway?)
~ A pillow fluffs itself
~ A mime speaks
~ A politician stops speaking
~ A car backfires
~ A plan backfires
~ A backfire backfires
~ A coffeeshop in a hipster neighborhood closes
~ A reality show personality cries out "God, I'm so ashamed of myself!"
~ A portal opens up and sucks you into a parallel universe where you are Kirstie Alley

If any of these things could happen at the exact instant we fall in love with someone and know it's the real thing, I think the world would be a much simpler place to live in.

Plus, I'd really like to see that tap dancing monkey.

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