The times that we're apart, those times when we've said we have to back off or slow down, is almost like a game to me. Like we're holding our breath to see who can last the longest. A simple contest but it fits perfectly. We each say go, we each wait as long as we can, and as soon as one breaks the other starts to breathe right away.
The feeling’s the same as well. Our hearts beat faster and louder, filling our ears with the drumming. Our chest begins to ache from the pressure of not having that which we need. Our bodies cry for it, our lungs begin to burn from lack of it. Spots cover our eyes and blur our vision.
Every time we hold it longer, until we can take no more. No matter how long we hold our breath for, and it seems to get slowly longer each time, eventually we will start to breathe again. I guess this is a silly way to say "you take my breath away."
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