i reached out and put my arms around him.
it was then that i could feel the moths in him, with their wings so paper thin, trying to get close to the light. they will always want to be nearer - to be inside of it.
it was then that i could feel the lost thing in him. i wanted to put my hand on his chest, against his heart, and touch all the way inside his beating. i wanted to find him.
but he turned to look at me, and he smiled - his bottom lip, crooked just a little to the left, curved.
it was then that i knew i had fallen in love with him.