A girl once asked her grandmother.
Girl: Grandma, what is love?
The grandmother smiled and looked at her granddaughter.
Grandma: Child, love is when the sun rises and sets on their face. Its when their smile lits up the your world. Its when they have that special glow that no one else sees. Its when they find the beginning to your end. Love is a miracle.
The girl smiled.
Child: Grandma, do you believe in love?
Grandma: Darling, I believe in many things and all things. But what kind of love?
Child: True love mama.
Grandmother: No child. I don't believe in true love. I believe in a love that's pure.
This is where our story begins.