We all wait for the 'perfect' man. Each person defines this differently but at the same time, no ones perfect? You can look for ideal characteristics but in the end, its the little this you fall for, the way they play with your fingers and wrap your little hands up tight. The way they turn over and shield you, enclose you from danger. Falling for the little things is love.
Love is also acknowledging faults and appreciating them. That's why I know I haven't found it yet. I enjoy things about a person but I would not say I am in love with them, sometimes you can fall but sometimes its worth the wait.