Sometimes, when love comes to an end, you are the moth. Other times, you are the flame. This gallery is for all the moths that have ever found themselves so charred and cinged they never thought they would fly again.

This gallery is also dedicated to the good friends who were there for me the last time I got burned. You helped me more than you will ever know.

Special thanks go out to Eric and Louis for being my photographic assistants, hand models, and pyrotechnic technicians. I would also like to thank the coworkers who gave me their wilted Valentines Day bouquets so many months ago, and to my roommates' Madagasgar Hissing Cocroaches.