How do you know?

How do you know that you've met the person that compliments you?

I was speaking with my co-worker last week about that famous line in the Jerry McGuire movie, "You Complete Me." That line first made it's way into the movie when a couple in the movie signed it to each other. Later on, we see Jerry use that line to win his love interest, Dorothy. As sweet as it sounded in the movie and it tugged on the hearts of the movie watcher, I was a little taken aback by that phrase. I told my co-worker, I hope that I never felt the need to be completed. I love the fact that although I came to my mate as a complete person, he compliments me. I am a sassy, rude, smart-mouthed, emotional, tender, angry, cocky crybaby. I am eclectic and eccentric. I am an overflowing handful of unpredictability. I am complete. My love is the ying to my yang, the up to my down, the right to my left. He balances me and I balance him. We challenge each other and have major blow ups, which help us to grow. I love him and that feels great. I dated many fellas, but he's different. He makes me happy. He makes me mature. He makes me smile. He has made such a difference in my life . . . . LOL, maybe he does complete me . . . . . . . . Well, maybe like Dorothy, he had be at hello . . . . and that's how I knew, he was the one for me.