When a man begins to fall in love with you, he’ll notice why the songs he listens to suddenly have a much deeper meaning; the sort of nostalgia you get when you taste mom’s homemade cooking after a long time.
He’ll begin to wonder why he feels at home whenever he’s with you, whenever he’s texting you, or even when something reminds him of you. He’ll notice how your nose flares up whenever you laugh at his corniest jokes, or even his most sincere compliments.
He’ll notice how your eyes crinkle at the edges when you smile, and how his heart flutters when you do.
He’ll feel annoyed, in the most positive of senses, when it hits him that a simple text message from you is enough to make his day exponentially better.
He’ll constantly wonder how your day is going, who you’re with, or where you are. He’ll notice how your eyes glimmer in the fluorescent light of the dimly-lit restaurant; how it matches your smile that always seems to capture his heart one way or another. He’ll prefer your look without makeup, rather than when you’re all dolled-up.
He’ll find himself gushing about you every opportunity he gets, even with the most random people. He’ll come to realize that you’re his first thought in the morning and his last thought before he goes to sleep at night, no matter how cliche that may be.
The thing is, you’re every thought in between as well. He’ll begin to feel the urge to surmount any obstacle; to commit himself to anything if it would be able to put a smile on your face, or even make you feel the slightest hint of happiness. He’ll feel the need to go to church, or a house of prayer, whichever religion he may have, just to pray; to thank the higher entities that he’s been given the opportunity to meet you.
He’ll realize that the way you look when you’re smiling, the way you make him feel like his problems are so little because you will always be there by his side, is everything to him. And then it’ll hit him, yet, he’ll deny it. But one thing’s for sure: he’s hopelessly and irretrievably in love with you.