Breathing.

Wow. I found this in a notebook. I must've written it a while back. I'm pretty sure I know who it's about though. :)

"Just breathe", he told me.

I forced myself to take three deep breaths.

One.... Two.... Three....

I sucked the air in hard,

but my breaths still came out shallow.

I knew I was breathing,

but I could not feel the air inside of me.

My neck and shoulders ached with tension

as I stared out the car window, still focused on breathing.

I was so overwhelmed by my sudden change in emotion

that I was finding it hard to do normal things, like breathing.

Regardless of the situation,

no matter how consuming it was...

I knew I had to breathe.

I was breathing for him...because he asked me to.

Sometimes I wish I had more baby pictures...

Dearest __________,

The best part of me is you.
You're the first person to creep into my mind when I wake up,
and the last person to leave my mind before I drift to sleep.
I think of how the decisions I make daily will affect you.
and when my mind wanders during class, my thoughts float to you.
You're who I call when I can't sleep at night.
You're my proof that love is factual, not fictional.
Now, I plan my days around you.
Someday, I'll plan my life around you.


Love always, __________