Falling stars may have been spectacularly misnamed, but in this moment, I understood the impulse. The earth I was made of blazed like cosmic dust, lighting up brighter the faster I fell. Yes, there was inevitable space between all atoms. When my palm lay flush against his, when his lips pressed the perfect imprint of his mouth against my jawline, I knew there was still invisible distance between the charged particles of his body and mine. But I couldn’t feel that distance. We were electrons flying across each other’s orbits, throwing off quanta of light and energy.
