Would you rather have a love story that starts unexpectedly, like you never saw it coming, or a love that slowly grows through time, trust, and effort? Which one would you choose, and why?
Slow growth. The unexpected start is a great scene, but I want the love that still holds up on an ordinary Tuesday, built out of time, trust, and effort. You can look back and see the choosing. That is the story I would rather live inside.