"Once upon a time. . ."
He stood on the beach, eyes closed. Nothing in the world mattered to him at this very moment. The breeze blew sand into the air and the ocean sang a soft melody.
The place was serene; happy.
The beach was lonely void of all people except for a single man standing on it. The moon shone on the beach, but it only provided a little bit of light to the people.
The man was waiting patiently.
But for who?
He waited and waited and waited, but no one met him that night or the next night and so on so forth until a week later, he wasn't so lonely anymore. Someone had finally met up with him.
"Mama?" she asked. "What's this story called?"
"It's The Tale of Two Lovers."