How you know it's love

I remember one of the first times I realized I really cared about Tim.  Not just "AH! He's SO CUTE!" or "Man, I really like this guy".  No.  It was an "I don't know what I'll do if something happens to him." Which leads into how you know. So yeah, obviously Tim and I love each other.  I mean we've been married for over a year now people...which = true love.  However, I was just talking to a friend and I was reminded of this story and thought I'd share.  

Once upon a time, when we hadn't been dating too long, Tim and I went to EM to hang out with my fam.  We took separate cars because...I don't remember, but we did.  Anyway, Tim left to go home earlier than I did and I asked him to call or text me when he got home.  Well, he never did.  As I was driving home, I saw a bad carwreck with a white car. Tim drives a white car.  Ramon is his name.  Different story.  Tim drives a white car.  I tried calling him. No answer.  Called again.  No answer.  Seriously? He must not have known at that point how paranoid of a person I am (he's learning about that now). 

Anyway, I was worried.  Really worried.  I started to cry.  What if that was Tim's car?  I was seriously starting to think it was.  He wasn't answering his phone! Finally.  I got home.  I drove right past his house.  Guess what? His car was there. WHEW! What a relief. 

Turns out.  He was so tired driving home that he'd actually fallen asleep in his car right after he parked it in his house and then left his phone in his car when he went into his house. Long story short.  That was it.  I knew.  If anything happened to him, I would be lost. 

(This is for all you love birds out there...yes I realize I have 6 followers and they consist of my family/friends who are already married....that is how you can know when it's love....or at least that's one way.)