When I was a small girl, I asked my mom how she knew it was love what she was feeling while (and since) being with my father. She answered: “As the time was passing by, the relationship between us was getting better and better and I liked him more and more each day.”
I am not a small girl anymore (most of the time). I no longer consider feelings as guarantees for a never-ending love. But I still think there is something very universal and at the same time very personal in her words and I still feel blessed for experiencing them at first-hand.
