The complexities of the simple ways of falling in love... :)

Firstly, I firmly believe that if it's Holi, my Facebook status message need not be related to that. I may have something else on my mind at that exact moment when I'm typing it. (Okay, it was related this time, but it NEEDN'T be.) And even though I had a great day which could make a potentially interesting blog post topic, there's something else on my mind at this exact moment.

You're at a party. (And you're a girl, or you're gay, alright?) This suave-looking gentleman walks in. A black suit, perfectly adorning his perfect looking body. His face is gorgeous. His eyes twinkle when he smiles. And when he smiles, every girl swoons. His short black hair looks perfect. His stride is confident and he talks in a way that doesn't let your attention waver. He is utterly charming. Perhaps the best looking, the most well behaved, chivalrous, Mr. Nice Guy with a naughty edge you've ever seen or can hope to see. You nearly fall in love.

Nearly. That's what my point is. You know, even if I see this REALLY great guy, I just CAN'T fall in love with him until I know him. Okay, so I could know the person over a couple of coffees, et cetera. And he's perfect. And I kind of fall in love. But I still see the scope for a greater level of falling in love. (Forgive me if I'm not making sense. :P )

And how would I really, really fall in love? I need to see the person being himself. Doing his own thing. Say he's X. I need to see how X looks when he sleeps, how he rubs his eyes when he wakes up, how he pushes aside his blanket, and is unsteady as he gets out of bed. I need to see how he concentrates, say when he's reading the news, or how he taps his feet when he listens to music. I need to see how he sips his coffee or chews his food, how his lips move when he talks, and how he smiles, laughs, frowns or cries. I need to see how he ties his shoelaces, how he twirls (or does not twirl) his car keys, how he reacts to the loss of a wicket, and how he types his emails. 

I need to know the tiniest details about him. What makes him smile, what he gets angry at, and, you know, those little things we're particular about without realizing that we are, because they never change. Like, if I'm very particular about my desk being tidy (which I am not), I don't realize it until someone messes it up. If X is finicky about a particular pair of white sneakers being squeaky clean, I want to know that too.

Then, it's important how he treats people around him. How he talks to his family, how he talks to his friends, to his colleagues, to his employees, to his staff, to strangers. And, the way he looks at me. How he smiles for me. The tone in which he talks to me (AND to EVERYone else). The little polite gestures. The little things that show he cares. 

When I love all that about someone, that's when I'll really, completely, truly, madly, deeply, purely, irrevocably, and eternally fall in love with someone. So you see, it's not that easy. Then again, it's not so tough. You just have to be who you are. The tough part is, I have to love who you are.

X, it shall be really easy for YOU, I promise. And everyone else is disqualified. 

^_^