I forgot to add that in general from all my experiences, men are particularly inept at communicating their feelings. It's just not valued or taught in most of our upbringing as boys - at least in my generation (I'm middle aged).
There is always a fuzzy line between attraction, infatuation and love as a relationship moves forward.
Maybe it was love at first sight! lol. You didn't have a chance to thwart it!
Maybe the lines do feel fuzzy for some people. I have a difficult time understanding, or even relating to that. For a very long time now, I have known the difference between those three. I can think of times when I have felt an intense infatuation, and had to keep reminding myself that the object was an inappropriate match. For example, I had a lover who was, at the time, a terrible father to his existing children, and a sworn life-long bachelor. However, he had a classically handsome face, a hot body, a sexy voice, a sharp mind, a good work ethic, a phenomenal sense of humor, the perfect blend of confidence and humility, he definitely knew how to make a woman feel like she was the only one in the world, even though he had many lovers at once, and he knew just how to use his cock. Those things, were incredibly attractive to me. The first time we had sex (which was during our first date), after we washed up, he held me close, and told me all of his darkest secrets and fears. The next day, we were in a horrible accident together. We needed to lean on each other to get through the stress and anguish of that experience. That accelerated, intense intimacy, combined with post-sex hormones (we had sex four times before the accident, and then another four or five times immediately after) made me have some very intense feelings for him. Still, I was able to sit and sort through them, and parse them out as just a huge crush, an infatuation. That was a long time ago.
I can't remember ever feeling like that, and mistaking it for anything else. It feels similar to me, but not the same. I have a very hard time grasping that it is so indistinguishable for some other people. It makes me think of something analogous. I have a friend who is able to distinguish between more shades of most colors than I can. When we were kids, she was frequently frustrated by my apparent inability to match these things. One day, she realized that it wasn't that I could not match like colors, but that she simply could see colors I could not see. Do you think perhaps love is like that? Are there some of us who simply cannot see all of the colors of emotion between attraction and love?