54313ae3eb15e                                                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 beek like, for the first two people who fell in love; before the word  „love” was conceived.


You said it felt like that for you. Like we existed in a time before love-as though we were wainting for the word to catch up to the feeling.