tiny caretakers

Insects have hearts.

A tiny moth stayed the night on Friday, quietly watching as I slept. Twenty-four hours later, a beetle stayed the night, though I switched on the light outside for it. They turned up when my fiance had left and everyone had gone to bed, when I was all alone, as if to tell me, “hey! we’re watching over you.”

I know they leave when the sun comes up, because I never see them the next morning. And I’m grateful the universe sent the tiny ones to keep me company.

Insects have hearts.