He brushes his thumb over my bottom lip and takes a tiny step closer to me, looking away toward a crowd of people walking by as he blinks rapidly a few times and shakes his head as if in disbelief, then meets my eyes again and continues. Allowing me to see the vastness of his honesty, gutting me with it as much as his next words.
“From the second I laid my eyes on you,” he starts, smiling faintly as if he knows something that I’m not aware of. “You made me feel alive for the first time in this dreadful existence of mine and far less lost, too. I was floored. I’m still not sure I’ve found my footing completely since then. And I’ve done nothing but work on it since that day, that moment. Thinking about you became an annoying habit and one that I wanted to be rid of. And no matter how hard
