ten-tiny-breaths

What__ wrong is that every morning and every night, I lie in bed wondering why you__e not beside me.

No human can bury their past indefinitely. It__ only a matter of time before you crack.

Must have been some kind a nightmare.___eah,_ I answer, my usual calm, vacant voice returning. __an__ wait to wake up.

Society is better off with me in a gym.

I could lay here and stare at him forever. I don__ want to let go. Ever.

What the hell do I have to do to get your attention? Do I need to get up there?_ I throw an arm toward the stage. His eyes swell for just a second, in shock. He reaches forward to hold my hands, but he catches himself in time and instead folds them across his chest. __elieve me, you have my full attention.

I barrel into his arms, my mouth connecting with his. Seizing him. Feeling him. Loving him.

There__ no getting better, Storm. This is it._ There__ no coming back from the dead.

Just breathe," my mom would say, "Ten tiny breaths... Seize them. Feel them. Love them.

He leans in closer and closer until his breath caresses my mouth. I__ paralyzed. I swear he__ going to kiss me. I swear I__ going to let him.