Love Arrived First

Love Arrived First

Love did not arrive knowing what to do.

It arrived early.

Before language caught up.
Before understanding learned how to stay.
Before the moment revealed what it would later ask.

Love showed up with what it had.

Movement.
Effort.
Hands reaching for answers they did not yet know how to hold.

It did not heal the wound.
It did not shorten the road.

But it was real.

And that matters more than we are often willing to admit.

Understanding came later —
not to erase what was done,
but to soften how it is remembered.

To say:
this was not failure.
This was timing.

Love arrived first.

And sometimes,
that is all it can do.

— The Sovenquill