379 ㅡ ♕ It was how we began.

It was how we began. Your mouth against mine, your fingers tracing along the back of my neck. You asked me to imagine what it must have been like, for the first two people who fell in love; before the word love was conceived. You said it felt that for you. Like we existed in a time before love–as though we were waiting for the word to catch up to the feeling.