It's been one year since I met you and discovered that there are two realities: one, which has a heartbeat, bursting forth fireworks of blues and reds and yellows; the other, merely a machine whose monochromatic plateau feigns something like life.
I've found that very few things in this life are a simple yes or no, black or white.  So when people ask me how I know that this is it, forever, I just smile sheepishly and say, I just do.
Because, honestly, it's impossible to truly know.  There are no guarantees.  No checklists.  No a + b = c.
But what I do know gives me the wings to fly over logic, far ab