I’ve been told that you know someone is the one by just knowing. If you have to ask yourself if she is, then she isn’t, and if two people are meant to be then they will be. All these fairytale statements about finding the love of your life, but I believe the best piece of advice I’ve gotten goes like this. You won’t know if someone’s the one until your last dying breath. When death is looking you in the eyes and you have that one last moment to reflect back on your life, you will then see who took that life journey with you. You will know without regret, that you wouldn’t change your history together for anything. It’s then, and only then, that you’ll know she’s the one. Until then, you go after her, you pursue her and you follow your heart, because the worst thing you can do is miss that once in a lifetime opportunity wishing you could get it back.