“when do you know?”

a smitten friend of mine once asked,
“when do you know if she’s the one?”

i laughed and made eyes with my shoes.
i could tell that he was hoping
for a clearer answer than i could muster.

 

“i believe you know…” i would reply:

…when your search for the answer
stops being defined by your options,
and starts being defined by your choices.

the moment you know, is the moment
that question – and its answer – become irrelevant.