When we meet someone, there's a spark, an attraction and emotions overflow. But that's not where it starts. Love starts when that attraction ends, when the spark dies and emotions subside. Love starts when all there's left is that human and their humanness that makes them vulnerable and their flaws highlight. That's when you decide to go down the road or just leave it there, unrequited.
Love starts when you choose to feel it even when you know it may not end how you wish, when there's nothing much to laugh about but too much to feel. that's when it starts. Right there.
It's not the fun part, it's not the time when they shout your name from the top of the building, it's not when they text you at four in the morning. Love starts when all of this ends, when even being crazy in love ends and you are left with the nakedness of a soul.
Love itself is what is left over, when being in love has burned away.