Chapter one. The beginning.
Something in you leans forward before you decide to.
A name lands differently today than it did yesterday. A hello stays longer than a hello should. The feeling arrives before you have any language for it.
This is the first chapter of Davin. Before words. Before meaning. Only the feeling, held exactly as it arrived.
Some love stories begin with a decision. Yours begins here, before the decision, in the flutter you cannot yet explain.