Air

If I could describe the solitary moment of sweet, sweet silence in which I hear you draw in a single breath, it would be so beautiful. You would see just how much you mean to me. I don't care how much I hate you when I hear the reassuring sound of air entering and escaping your lungs. It's almost as though I don't breathe until you do. When I'm around you, I feel so wind-blown. And then I see your chest heave heavily; you sigh, you breath. And I'm okay for just that second. I have air.