The story never told, pages turn and then unfold.

"Oh, love is so many little things. Waltzing in the dark, waiting for the phone to ring, opening the box of flowers. It's holding hands in the movie; it's humming a sad little tune; it's walking in the rain; it's riding in a convertible with the wind in your hair. It's the quarreling and making up again. It's that first drowsy thought in the morning and that last kiss at night."