Where does love begin?

Where does protectiveness stop being just an extension of ego and power, and become an altruistic desire to make another happy?

When does being provided for cease to be a wilful pleasure of self-entitlement and acquisition, and turn into a genuine gratitude and thankfulness?

Where does love begin?

In a little foolishness, and a lot of faith. In fate lies sincerity.

Love doesn’t begin with two people in love. Love begins with two people who believe in love.