She's the one. There are no ifs or buts about it. I think I found the one.

Let me backtrack and start from the beginning, but a little disclaimer:

This isn't a piece about finding your one or what to look for. It's about my love. Get ready, this post is gonna be mushy and romantic!

It was January of my second semester of freshman year. The wind howled past my window as I got into the shower and started my normal routine. I would put on my trademark brown turtle neck sweater and pinstripe blazer with my pair of dress boots from DSW and set-up my dress wallet.

I walked all the way across campus in the freezing cold. It nipped my ears as I tightened the hold of my dress gloves around my hand. Sooner or later, I'd arrive in the building and find my way downstairs.

No one was there.

People started to walk in and sit down, and then I saw her.

Beautiful, wavy brown hair that gleamed in the room's lights, her coffee eyes fresh off the Keurig. Her smile presented a distinct sparkle, hitting me with that ray of sunshine that called in sick that day.

I blushed and smiled when she looked my way. She looked down and blushed.

I didn't really have the will to talk to her. I'm bad with small talk and I'm awkward and clumsy and always thought no one would enjoy spending time with me.

It wasn't until we did our second essay that I think I caught her attention.

Naturally, I was going ironic and wrote up a speech about memes and why we should study them. It was actually a legitimate speech, as it shows how we are progressing past facial expression.

Anyway, she opened her mouth up and laughed at all the punch lines, tilting her head back and letting loose the sounds of angel wings beating through the springtime air.

She went up and told her speech. I distinctly remember her saying she was a criminal justice major, which got me interested because that was my minor.

I stopped her after class and asked her about it. She blushed and hid her nose in her sleeve and then answered:

"I'm a physics major."

I paused and boomed:

"Do you like applied theoretical physics?!"

She smiled and nodded excitedly.

"I love talking about astrophysics and stuff!"

So I asked her if she would like to come with me to my dormitory lounge to talk about it, and she accepted. We would then talk about all the ideas in the world. If I had the Gaul, I would've kissed her. I knew she was awesome.

I've been with her since then, and it's been a ride. We joke about very stupid and sometimes inappropriate stuff (like making fun of Finding Nemo by saying, "Have you seen my son?" like idiots). We have so many inside jokes that sometimes we get into whole conversations that only consist of them. It's fantastic!

On our third month anniversary, we shared what we thought of each other on the first day of class. Now, bear in mind that I am terrible with people, and I cannot hold a decent conversation.

She told me that she thought I was cute and she thought she had no chance.

My heart exploded.

I smiled and hugged her, never letting go, with a tear in my eye. No one ever told me that I was that interesting. I don't have that many friends, nor people that I trust and she told me that. I was ecstatic.

We hang out every weekend and bowl and play Mario Kart Double Dash, and frankly, I'm more of a video gamer than her (like a LOT more) but she kicks my butt almost all the time. That's a huge sign.

She's definitely the one.