Hopelessly In Love, With Love Itself

How do I know when I've met the one? How do I know this is the "him"? Will there be signs? Will the world really start spinning backwards? Will the stars turn into moons and will I smell his fragrance in the air? I just want to feel that kind of love, a love seen in the novels; I don't want him to die for me or anything, but for him to wake up everyday and feel grateful that I'm just by his side. For him to think of me in every joyous moment, for him to run in to my arms at the slightest complication in life. 

Is it too much to ask for? All I want is for me to not differentiate between love and my lover, to call them both the same, because he would not just be my lover, he would be the dictionary definition of "love" to me. I know this sounds way too book-ish, but aren't many great love stories based on real- life romances? Is it too much to wish for one for myself? Too many questions regarding this cloud my thoughts, out of the blue. I don't know what triggered this thread of thoughts, but now I'm all fantasising about being so madly and hopelessly in love, that every single moment with him is worth writing a book about. How can I not even know who this person is, but I already know I would go to any lengths to be with him, for him to smile wider and laugh louder? How can I love someone so much, when I haven't even met him yet? Is it just me, or are people out there like this too?