I said I was in love before, and I meant it, entirely. Until I met him. It took us both so long to admit we loved each other it's almost embarrassing.
He taught me what love is. It's nothing grand, it's not simply sharing the mundane either. It's just accepting someone, being there, trying to make their day better, or life easier. It's knowing that you would walk to the end of the earth for them without being asked. You think of them and you immediately smile. It makes you feel anchored in some way, secure. In their presence, you feel totally at peace - you don't have to talk, just a look is enough, or even just lying in silence together. It's companionship, it's silly shared jokes, it's taking the strain when you know they're stressed, and they do the same for you.
Never loved anyone like I love him. If I had simply seen him on the street, I'd have walked past him a hundred times without a second glance. I got to know him first, and I fell for him. That isn't to say I haven't argued with him like I've never argued with anyone before. But we argued because we both knew we could never be apart.
And I was mid 30s when I met him, he's a fair bit older. But he just has something, and together we have something more. He got me from the first time we talked, and it's only ever deepened since.
I think what's worked for us is that we have something quite specific in common, so that's what got us talking initially. Neither of us were looking for a romantic thing, we became friends first, got on really well, and then things developed. I am complete and whole in myself, but he is my other half.