Perhaps it is the moment when the heart flutters at the sight of that ethereal smile;
Or when the willowy silhouette calls to mind a thousand verses of lovelorn poetry.

Perhaps it is the moment when the heart grows warm at the brush of the maiden’s precious sigh;
Or when the velvety touch of her fingers feel so right in the spaces between yours.

Perhaps it is the moment when the aroma of romance lingers for seconds too long in the folds of the mind after chance meetings;
Or when the perfume of scented shampoo summons dreams and hopes for intertwined futures with her. 

When does love begin?

Love is as much a matter of choice as a matter of circumstance. Sometimes, we postpone decision-making for too long and find ourselves losing sovereignty over the choice. In fact, we could wait forever for a fateful moment only to find it fizzling in an instant of misunderstanding; or we could act on an impulse only to invite for unwarranted consequences. 

Life is too puzzling and spontaneous for mere mortals like us to divine and predict the future using whatever scraps of knowledge we have glimpsed. Yet, perceived conventions, imagined anxieties and crippling indecision often conspire to blind us from seeing the choices that have always been in front of us. 

Perhaps all we really need is someone or something to tell us what we should do, and to be the traffic light of our speeding hearts - to tell us when to go, when to stop, and when to slow down. 

The moment - unknowingly, unexpectedly - might have crept surreptitiously into your life. And there’s little you can do about it but to make up your mind.

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