I found him at the bar taking shots of tequila alone.
Singing and dancing to music so loud it could shatter mirrors.
This is where he belonged.
He was exquisite; damn near captivating.
With a radiant smile and a contagious laugh.
I took a photograph.
The more I couldn't have, the more I wanted.
He was... inevitable
He grabbed me from behind and spun me around so his eyes met mine.
Even on this warm summer day, chills slid down my spine.
"My name is Lost," he spoke into my ear.
"I'm Ramir," I whispered.
His heart was big, and his personality was pure, that even in that empty bar I felt claustrophobic.
He moved the hair out of my face and tucked it behind my right ear as the music slowed.
"Unable to be found, baby," he breathed into my neck as he kissed it.
I knew the definition of "lost," but why did it feel like he was everything but that?
The music stopped and the lights dimmed.
There I stood in complete darkness with Lost.
I wanted to know more of him... but at what cost?
His lips met mine in the dead of the silence. Sweet like honey and soft like butter. He melted me into oblivion, where our souls stayed dancing to music that would never stop playing.
Somehow in the midst of me trying to find myself, I found Lost.
