Some people ask themselves, at some point in their lives: "Do I love this person?" And at one point in time, the answer will be yes. Others don't bother to ask themselves that question, because they already know the answer by the way their heart accelerates every time they see their special someone, as if it's the first time they met.

I would have been the first person to tell you that that was complete bull. That your Prince Charming isn't going to come in and sweep you off your feet and carry you off into the sunset. That there was no such thing as a happy ending. I got off that Disney train when I lost my virginity to my first love, after which, he left me with a "your sister is better in bed." After that, I just focused my life on school and my friends.

Of course, that was before I met Chuck, my husband of three years, and the father of my children.

We met at a Plain White T's concert in the college town over by where I live. I, personally, never liked PWT. That's not to say, however, that I dislike them, either. I just don't really listen to them. The only reason I'm here, in this bar, is because my friend Sheila happens to be one of their biggest fans.

While she was bouncing up and down in her flashy, silver high heels, I was sitting at the bar, drinking my Margarita. Then, someone sat down next to me, ordering some strange, nonalcoholic concoction that he had invented in college. He tried to be all cool, acting like he wasn't looking at me, but I could see his jade green eyes in my peripheral vision, he was staring. It's not like I wasn't staring as well. I was just a little bit better at it.

I mean, he wasn't all that bad-looking. In fact, he was quite handsome. He had those beautiful green eyes that smoldered in the light of the dimly-lit bar, a nicely pointed nose, defined cheekbones that were adorned with just a little stubble, and the whitest smile I've ever seen.

When the bartender brought over the gross-looking green drink, he downed the whole thing. Then, he turned towards me.

"So what's your name, beautiful?"

I laughed.

"Daisy. Daisy Wichs."

I held out my hand to shake his. He lifted mine to his lips, gently kissing my knuckles.

"Mine's Chuck."

"So what brings you here?"

"One song."

He nodded towards the band as they began a new song. It was kind of upbeat. Something about heads in clouds. He held out his hand again, this time beckoning me to join him for a dance. Normally, I wouldn't have, but there was something about the gentleness of his voice that rendered me unable to say no. So he led me out to the mob of fans, who were also moving to the music. He took me into his arms and we began to sway to the beat of the drum. Standing there, staring into his deep, beautiful eyes, I think that was when I began to fall in love with this stranger. It wasn't exactly love at first sight, but it came up about as quick.

I couldn't help but chuckle aloud.

"What's so funny?"

He cracked a wide grin.

"It's just…you don't mind me being forward, do you?"

"Of course not."

"Well, before, I was that girl who just didn't believe in love…and now…"

"Now?"

His eyes urged me to continue.

"Now…I'm not so sure."

I then noticed that we had stopped moving. Now, he just had his arms wrapped around me, his eyes boring deep into mine. He didn't have to say anything, so he didn't. I knew he loved me too. So, I was right, for the most part. There is no kissing in the sunset. No riding off with Prince Charming. And definitely no happily-ever-after. But there is the right man, three beautiful kids, and the Rhythm of Love.