[Moment]

Just another ordinary weeknight. We’re hanging out in his room when I stand up to turn off the oppressive overhead light. He wants to get up too — I forget for what — but I’d already turned off the lights.

“I can’t see…” he says to me.

“Here, take my hand,” I say.

“That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. I say I can’t see, and the first thing you do is tell me to take your hand.”

You can’t see, but you can trust me. That’s love.