Falling in love is such a big deal that entire movies, books, and Disney characters are constructed around the very idea of it. But what are the signs you're falling in love? It's an exciting (and slightly terrifying) sensation, and although it sometimes seems to happen at first sight, it usually takes a while before we feel the real thing for someone we're dating. Sure, we might feel infatuated with our new flame, but more often than not, a relationship has to become a bit more serious before any feelings of true love start to creep in. But how can you tell that you are falling in love?
In this article I would like to share what falling in love means to me and when I was able to say that I am deeply in love. Falling in love to someone is one of the most unforgettable events of a human’s life. So I am writing this to give my own definition.
I can still remember the first time I saw him. It all started when I asked him for an extra sheet of paper. It was very embarrassing, but I had to swallow my pride or else I won’t be able to take the quiz. He was shocked when I asked him if he has an extra sheet of paper. The looks in his face being shocked and puzzled - it was priceless. It took him several seconds before he responded and gave me the sheet of paper. Maybe it never occurred to him that I will approach him. The rest is history then.
I don't know but every passing day I can see myself enjoying his company. I sometimes catch myself thinking of him especially at night. I also look forward to see him the next day - his stories, laugh, and even his moodiness. Later on, I found myself getting excited to go to school every morning because I can be with him again.
If you'd ask me how many times he entered my mind, I'd be lying if I say many because he only entered once - then he never came out. Isn't it nice to have someone in your life who can make you smile even they're not around? That's his effect on my being. Thinking about him smiling makes me smile too. But sometimes I wonder if he's thinking of me too? Sigh.
They said that to make someone fall in love, you have to make them laugh. But every time I saw him laughing, I'm the one who falls in love. I'd love to see him laugh all the time. His laughter’s are music to my ears. When I see him smile or laugh, when I am the one who did that, it's like for a split second everything stops and his smile pierces through all of the bad things in my life and all is well again.
It's crazy. I don't know how or when he became so important to me. It's like watching a rainstorm - you see those tiny raindrops falling, but you don't realize that in time they're adding up until your whole being is flooded with those tiny things, and it's too late - you're already soaked in. He is my rainstorm.
Not many people can take my breath away, but when it comes to him, he doesn’t even have to try. I miss him as soon as I wake up. I miss him when I'm about to sleep. I miss him a little too much, a little too often, a little more each day. I always miss him, and I don't know what else there is to say. I wish he’s always here next to me.
You know you're in love with someone when just sitting with them already sounds like the greatest date ever. And when you think you've already fallen in love with someone, you look at that person, and you fall in love over and over again. If you'd ask me what a beautiful life means, I'd let him lean his head on my shoulder, pull him closer to me and say, "Like this".
There are so many answers to the question how does it feel falling in love but I guess there are still things they haven't invented the right words for yet. In love, there should be no conditions, no quantifiable reasons why you love a person. What if that reason ceases to exist? You love them because you just do. Maybe you started liking them because of this, because of that. You learn to appreciate every tiny detail of their existence. But when you start loving someone, it goes beyond what human senses perceive.
Love sees what our eyes don't see. Theirs' is the only smell you'd love to linger in your nostrils. Their touch sends peculiar sensations down your spine - you don't fully understand what you feel, but you love every bit of it anyway.
I can't make anyone understand what is happening inside me - I can't even explain it to myself. It's like trying to describe a color you've never seen before, or thinking of a color that doesn't exist. Words are indeed not enough to make you understand or explain what love is.
