I don’t recall all the details, but for me it went something like this: I met this nice girl whom I really liked and couldn’t stop tinking about. All of a sudden I found myself under a chuppah next to her, smashing a glass with my foot, and all of my friends and relatives were shouting, “mazal tov!”
She must be my zivug, because now I run into her all the time, even when I’m sitting quietly at home. I hope she is not stalking me, but I see her in my kitchen and in the hallways and outside the bathroom, and even in my backyard. Often I will wake up in the morning, and there she is.
Tomorrow will be our second anniversary.
I’m pretty sure that’s how I knew.