It starts in strange ways.
Not always a masquerade ball, and not always a balcony scene. But it starts.
Not always the way it happens in musicals. Not always with a song or a choreographed musical number. Not always. But it starts.
Not always the way it is in books. Not always in the first chapter, and not always with a stellar description of his eyes or a witty comment from the girl. But it starts.
Not always in a bookstore or a cafe or during a quest or on the moors of Scotland, but it starts.
There are as many love stories as there are people in the world. And they all start in different ways. They all start with a bang or a murmur or complete silence. And they start.
Love starts a lot of wonderful things. Lives turn around or upside down when love starts. Love’s start can revolutionize a human being. Love starts magic where magic was gone.
And real love doesn’t ever stop.