As one of the resident "old fogeys" of E2, here's my perspective:

The magical thing about falling in love is that you never know it until it is too late. You can be hanging out with a friend when the realization hits you in the head like a wet trout. My wife and I were the best of friends, and as she tells it, she woke up one morning and just thought to herself, "Hmmm, I love him."

She never would have thought that possible. We were friends, and we didn't feel that way about each other. A week prior, if you told her she and I would eventually get married, she would've laughed hysterically.

I am afraid not believing in falling in love is like not believing in gravity. Think all you want, but your feet are still magically stuck to the crust of this mudball. You will wake up one day and realize that it has already happened, that you never expected it, and you never saw it coming.