I've never bought into that "You Just Know" notion. Love is a tricky thing. Sometimes it feels like an undeniable force that hits between the eyes and doesn't let up. Other times, it's malleable, questionable. It's truth hidden in and amongst external obstacles and internal circumstances that've formed who you are, what you expect in the world, and how you can accept love. Oh, to say the least, it's complicated. And if a mind's abuzz with pressure and deadlines and "What if this and that," I imagine love's truth would be a near-impossible thing to feel. I wonder if, when all's quiet in your mind, you'll find your answer.