Even at the youthful ages of 18 and 21, when my now-husband George and I first started dating, we both knew it was serious.
Our courtship kicked off just as my freshman year at UNC-Chapel Hill was coming to a close, so perhaps it was the impending summer break that incited us to declare our feelings for one another so quickly, or perhaps it was the fact that even at age 21, George was the most straightforward, zero-beating-around-the-bush person I’d ever met.
