Love?

This guy, he went to my high school, I've known who he is for a while. Out of the blue, he writes me on facebook. This particular day was one of the hardest of my life. That day, I decided to cut my best friend out of my life, I was considering moving, and randomly, this guy I had a crush on when he went to my school writes me. He says I'm stunning, and I just about died. We emailed all day back and forth and he helped me through. We talked about God and how he has a plan for all of us, and running away from my problems wouldn't solve anything.
That weekend he took me downtown to this nice italian restaurant, I had to dress up and everything! We ate, talked, then walked the 16th street mall, enjoying the lights and the company. We went to Barnes and Noble and looked at a book of Hawaii pictures. He didn't hold my hand, kiss me, or make any physical contact at all, and it was the best date I've ever been on.
That entire week he was so worried about how I was, and things that were going on in my life, he just listened, and the best thing was that he cared, and I knew he cared.
The following week we were up to about three phone calls a day, sharing every happening with each other, calling each other to tell about the dreams we just woke up from, telling the horror stories of traffic, what we were thinking...
Second date was just lunch at Panera Bread. Once again, he treated, along with opened doors, (even his car door!!) The day was gorgeous, and I caught myself catching my breath every time I caught his scent carried from the wind. I was falling.....
We ended the date listening to our favorite music in his car, laughing, singing, dancing, making plans to go clubbing to show off how gangster each of us were. We still made no physical contact, which I (suprisingly) LOVED.
Two hours after I got home from lunch, I get a call from his groggy voice. He tells me he just woke up from the nap and proceeds to tell me the following,
"So I was having this dream. We were kissing in my car, overlooking this gorgeous city. I just couldn't stop smiling, then I looked to my left, and when I looked back to keep kissing you, you were gone!" (keep in mind, we havn't kissed yet, so the fact he was dreaming about kissing me was not a dissappointing thing to hear...) "Shannon, I looked everywhere for you, and all I could find was your shoe. You're my Cinderella, and I don't want to lose you ok?" Kill me. How much sweeter can you get? And this little dream of him somewhat convinced me that he was falling at the same rate I was.
Third date; he picked me up from work, and we went to his house, where we watched wedding crashers. We started seated conservatively on the couch. He gradually put his arm around me, where his hand found mine, and I eventually fell asleep in his arms, my head on his strong chest. Every so often I would feel his breath catch when I would snuggle closer into him, and I had butterflies for the first time in months.
He drove me back to my car and we parted with a hug. Two minutes later, with me driving right behind him he calls me....
"So I have to tell you something. Shannon, I'm falling for you, and I've never been happier" needless to say, I drove home laughing with delight, I fell asleep, and woke up with a smile on my face. No words have ever made me happier.
So now I sit, two days later, completely content, but wondering, is this how it starts? Boy from high school meets girl, boy is chivalrous and gentlemanly to girl, boy and girl fall head over heels for each other? Is this love? I sure hope so.......because I've fallen, and he's there to catch me. I'll keep you up to date on this prospect....