The best part of everything enjoyable is the moment before it begins.
It is the breath before laughter, the silence before music, the stillness before a kiss.
In that fragile pause, time holds its breath, stretching seconds into eternity.
Anticipation paints the world brighter than reality ever could.
The meal tastes sweetest before the first bite, the journey feels grandest before the first step, and love burns brightest in the heartbeat before it is spoken aloud.
Perhaps joy is never fully in the thing itself,
but in the trembling expectation of what it might become.
Love is no different.
It’s in the quiet glances that haven’t yet become words,
the almost-touch of hands that lingers in the air,
the pause where hearts lean toward each other but haven’t crossed the line.
That space — fragile and infinite — holds more fire than the act itself.
Because once love begins, it belongs to reality, but before it starts, it belongs to imagination.
And imagination can make a single second feel like forever.
Maybe that’s why falling in love feels endless.
Because the sweetest part of love is not when it is ours,
but when it is just about to be.
Divine SUN 