Have you ever been in a relationship that progressed very quickly? Did it last?

Define ‘quickly’. Two days and you’re married? Six months and you’ve moved in together?

In college, I met a guy and we moved in together within just 2 or 3 months. It was a huge mistake- I had mistaken infatuation, like, and lust for love. I didn’t give the relationship time to develop and for my feelings to become clear. Big mistake, but it was a mistake I’m sort of glad I made because I learned a lot about myself.

I knew my husband only 10 months when we married. We’ve been married 12 and a half yrs now.

@Shatzee Same with my husband and I. We’ve been married for 18 years now and we met at the age of 20.

Yes; we were together for three years . Would still be there ; BUT for MY Jealousy.

My girlfriend and I moved in together after meeting only 3 months earlier, we’ve been together for 5 years.

My most recent ex tried to make it progress quickly. After about 2 months I found out why…I am SO glad I didn’t move in with him…I broke up with him at around the 4 month mark.

When any relationship progress fast and last for short period of time ,beause there is a motive behind it.

Yes and that lowlife cheated on me within weeks !!

thanks for the definition

Moving quickly is just like any other part of dating/relationships, I feel. You could be compatible or not. Some people click with the right person very fast. There’s a saying ‘The best partner is someone who is crazy in the same way you are’.

I married Hubbs after dating for about six months. We were a good match. I think if you click with someone, and your personal values match-up, then you have a better chance of making it into a long-term solution.

Before I met Hubbs I moved too quickly into relationships because I was hoping to fill the gaping void of loneliness within myself by spilling my guts to someone and emotionally opening myself up, completely. Trouble with that is abusers and users know to look for people who share too much, too soon. It’s a good marker for someone who has unhealthy boundaries and oh the users know it.

So in the end it’s another numbers game. There’s a chance you move too quick with an abuser, and there’s a chance you’re moving too fast with another person who’s just the right kind of crazy to match yours. Personally, I count myself lucky that Hubbs was crazy like me when we met. I couldn’t imagine a better person for me to be with for the rest of our living days.

Yes and yes! We were inseparable after about a week of knowing each other, and still are two years later.

Yes and no.

Not all fast moving love has a motive behind it, just sayin’

Yes, it started with both of us falling hard and fast, lasted three years, and ended in abuse. It’s been a year now, and it’s still going to take me a while to recover from that one.

Word to the wise: take it slow.

I met my wife on an internet dating site. We chatted for three months before we met in person. Four months later, we got married. We have been married 5 years.

I had a relationship once that progressed really quickly, but we had a long time to get to know each other first. When I was 15, I was really serious about getting into art college, so I started taking advanced art classes after school. One of my instructors was a 23-year-old MFA student, and I developed a huge crush on him but didn’t say anything about it. A lot of the time the students would go out for dinner or coffee after class, and sometimes the teachers would go along. So I made friends with a lot of the students and got to know more about the teachers.

I turned 16 after that and took another class with the teacher I had a crush on. We all kept up the habit of going out after class, but sometimes I would hang out with him one-on-one as well. We’d usually just get coffee or have a smoke together and talk about art and life. Our personalities were pretty different, because I was shy and serious and he was witty and goofy, but we shared the same values and deeper thoughts, and we were both very private people. My class with him ended, but I was taking other classes and we’d stop by to visit each other sometimes. That was about it for the next few months.

When I was a month or two away from my 17th birthday, I was almost done with art classes. I happened to run into him on the way out of the building, and he offered to walk me home. I realized it was a now or never moment, but I was too chickenshit to tell him that I had a major crush on him for nearly two years. So I just said it was too bad that I wasn’t 18, because I might have asked him out if I were. He said he might have done the same. The walk home turned into a series of long talks over the next few days, and we finally told each other that we had both liked one another the whole time. He didn’t know what to do about this, if anything, but I convinced him that you only live once and that we should just go for it. Since we had spent two years getting to know each other already, things unfolded very quickly after that. The next day he told me that he was in love, and I said awkwardly that it might possibly be mutual, but inside I felt completely fucking euphoric.

Nowadays, I think that it might have been true, but when I was a teenager I had a very dramatic inner life and a Romeo and Juliet romance might have been just what I was looking for. We stayed together for about a year, but people started getting suspicious that we might be together, so I stopped talking to him because I didn’t want him getting in any trouble over this. Still, being with him is a very fond memory, and I’m glad that I had this experience.

I married a man when I had just turned 17 because I wanted out of my parents home and it lasted for 17 months because he left me for another women. I never would marry again after that. I learned that its hard to trust that a man would never cheat on me. I think I’m broken forever and will never ever marry again.

At 19, I met a woman I deeply connected with and loved fully. Within a week of spending every free moment together, we moved in together (we had been living in the dorms at school but got an apartment). This was my first real relationship with a woman and the moment I knew, without any doubt, that I could never be with a man again. We were together for 3 years. It ended because she passed away. I sincerely believe we would still be together today if she were alive.

yes i have, and im hoping it’s going to last a very, very long time ;)

Actually no, not until very recentley, when quite randomley i met a guy, who after about 5 sentances make my heart do all those flippy things that make you feel a bit like you’re 16 .. at first i put this down to me being silly, blonde, and perhaps a bit fed up of living alone to be honest.. but the more and more i talk to him, about everything and nothing, i just feel so comfortable with him..

.. will it last .. do you know as mad as this sounds i think it will, i definaltley just ‘know’ it will progress into something alot deeper

.. decisions about this sort of thing scare the hell outta ya.. but sometimes you just have to follow your heart not your head…:OP

Very quickly, met and married within 4 months, married for years and years and years.

I saw her across a crowded room and fell in love with her. We were married six mouths latter . We are married 47 years now and still going strong.