Soooo... when did your dp/dh first tell you he lurved you?

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Namechanger because this is, like, teenagery.

I've been seeing a really very lovely chap now for a whole 3 months. It's all good - easiest and most 'right' thing I've done for a very very long time. We get on like a house on fire, great sex, he makes me laugh, loads in common, blahblahblah...

At the weekend he told me he loved me. I had a feeling he would - he's been acting like he's got something to say for a couple of weeks. And he did acknowledge that it was all quite early on to be making these sorts of declarations but that I'm so goddamn marvellous he just couldn't stop himself

But, you know, is he mad? I'd really really like this to last and I'm a bit worried that men who declare LOVE early on can burn out just as soon. He says not, but...

So, what do you think? (I've not said it back, btw, but I feel like I might be heading in that direction. I don't want to look back and think 'how fucking naive' in a couple of months' time, though!)

DP told me after only 3 weeks. He was drunk and he wears his heart on his sleeve anyway. I got really cross with him and kept saying "no, you don't". I knew I probably would fall in love with him but I also knew I hadn't yet, and I know that makes no sense...

Anyway I told him to give me time and about a month later I went away for a week, really missed him and definitely knew I was in love with him (and told him so) when I got back. Funnily enough I can't remember the actual first time I said it - DP probably can (he's much better than me at these things!).

Anyway we're still in the early days of our relationship but I firmly believe that when you know, you know

Barely four weeks after we met, less than two months after first contact (online dating). It's been nine months now, two holidays, many, many happy hours together, met each other's kids (mine adore him, his little one is only 2 but we get on well too) and I love him more every day.

My mother would say it's 'early days' though

3 days in. He'd barely spoken to me before that. We'd met in one of those slow down, in a corridor, eyes meet, blush, stumble moments as young and very naive teens. We went to a pub where he knocked over two pints of beer, said no more than 6 words in 2hrs, stuttered and stumbled over every one of them, generally fell down, dropped things and blushed for 3 days and finally blurted out 'I love you'.

We've been together 13 very happy years and have 2 dc.