Gasping // #dearloverseries: letter 2



Dear lover,

Have you ever stopped to count your breath and realize that after only a few, you lose count?

So many times I’ve found myself lying on my back, staring up into a vast marmalade sky or white stucco ceilings that look like pebbled beaches, losing count once again.

I may not remember how many breaths I took in those moments or where they may have wandered to, but I will never forget the air you took when you left.

I’ve been gasping ever since.


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