Journal Entry #1: Feeling in Love

I wouldn't exactly give this entry a title or certain style of writing. I just put poem from the way I decided to write it. These few sentences are what I believe are my experiences of feeling love.

Feeling love is when you watch them.
You zoom in and out of focus on their features. 
The Earth is still.
Life and all action pause.
Contrasting silences or noise may occur. 
Between white noise, your heartbeat, their's, sometimes breathing.
These moments are beautiful.
What draws me in on these moments is his presence. 
I become engulfed by him.
I am in a trance and I zone out from everything before me.
Except him.

He lights a cigarette and I swoon.
Listening to the sharp, metallic sound that the Bic creates. 
The sound of the flame scorching paper and herb.
The inhaling of that chemical smoke.
And an exhaling sound of lungs deflating. 
Along with that cigarette are smooth, pursed lips.
Folding inside his mouth.
Also two fingers meeting his lips every other thirty to sixty seconds. 
His thin cheeks tightened together for another drag.
Eyes shut or barely opened.
Head slightly cocked to either side.
Rolling off the ash onto the side of the seashell ashtray.

While I take in his actions among the static, I am intrigued to know more.

I want to put them together like a puzzle.

I yearn to know the simple things and why he does them.
The smoking, the way he handles a cigarette, how he hangs his crown insignificantly, why he doesn't want to see anything or very little while he finishes his daily task, why he rolls ash off into the ashtray unlike tapping the cigarette. 
All of these small things.
These tasks.
It leaves me in my head, silently longing for answers.
Craving for them.

You know you are in love when you want to figure everything out.
Everything about this person.
And it is always the small things.
Things with very little meaning to them that draw you in the most.
That is when you feel love. 

Author's Note

I'm not writing this for a professional purpose, only for a hobby. Please feel free to tell me if you understand these feelings or if you have wrote something or have read something similar that you would like me to read as well. Thank you for reading.