They fall in love when they find something of their own in a person. Special. Secret. They find what they could not find in others. Your harbor. Cozy house. Native scent.
Fall in love with everything. In the mole on the face, which you are diligently trying to hide, in the eyes that change color with mood, in an unusual laugh, in the desire to always argue, in lips pouted with resentment, in a dreamy look ...
In the end, they fall in love with spontaneity, and not with the presence of glamor with status.
They fall in love when there is a feeling that they have known each other for millions of years. When, from a half-word, souls are woven into a strong knot, and thoughts form a single space. When there is a strong desire to walk the road together.
A moment is enough for the eye, hearing, smell to understand whether you are a person or not. It didn’t sparkle, the interaction of “chemical processes” didn’t turn on - that means it’s not yours.
No matter how bright qualities and attractive shell a person possesses, if there is no spark, you will calmly pass by.