Before
I'm not sure what there was but it most certainly wasn't love, wasn't burning for every waking moment to become an indestructible memory, wasn't the ecstasy the guessing the utter and complete unraveling, wasn't the mana that would revive me, then kill me and birth me to bleed again, wasn't the nights spent wondering how could this have manifest, wasn't the car rides wearing water when all I had were sobs and tears, wasn't' the morning you said yes before you ever knew my name for "before" was meant so I could love you when you came.
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