From black suits you, I often wonder, at which point does a love story really begin? Does it begin when the individuals involved see each other in the days that follow or, when they meet up for the first time after they have thought about the other? And revel, in the nights that follow, in the suddenly realised joy of one's own heart that was hitherto unleashed,. Or when they start talking at length and discover how similar or different they are, depending on whatever excites them more, or when they begin to know each other with every passing meeting and surrender, quite involuntarily, to the mystery that the other person seems to be. Or, do they simply fall in love?like when they come togather and there's no alternative but for a love story to begin.
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