Starting a story

I write all the time for the enjoyment, but I never really share what I've written. However, I would love to change that. I've been working on a bunch of different storys for quite a while now and I just recently realized that they are all connected, and once finnished could be a series of books rather then a few individual ones. This is the preface to what I imagine would be the last in the series. This is the one I've been working on and touching up for the longest, so I feel more comfortable putting it out there and seeing what people think. It's fairly short but any comments would be much appreciated, I especially want to know if this might make you want to read on, and if not what I could do to draw you in more?

She stumbled into his life. No warning, it just happened. So unexpected, some would go as far as to call it an omen of sorts. She was comparable to a bird with a broken wing, looking for someone to take care of her and nurture her back to health. It was simply a lucky accident that she happened to stumble upon him specifically. That wasn’t how their love was meant to bloom. But that’s how it all stared, isn’t that the way it’s always supposed to come across? Unexpected, seemingly random, there doesn’t ever seem to be a rhyme or reason. Love is supposed to take you by surprise at a time when you aren’t looking for ‘the one’ but they need you more then you could possibly dream. Once you have lost all hope to ever fall in love and have accepted that you might very well take your last breath and meet death on your front step alone with loved ones but no one whom you would give up life itself for. Well, that’s how it started. All the love, heart break, loss, tears, confusion, and life. The important thing is that life only honestly starts when you find the one. In this case her name was Jessica, but she went by Jessie. She fell from the sky. Her body was in an ark as she fell from an unknown height for an unknown reason. Usually good things only happen when the reason is unclear. Life only really starts, once you’ve given up hope and opened up enough to let someone in. Once you’ve let someone turn the light in your smile back on, then you know the beginnings of happiness.