“When I’m away from you I feel cold.
Maybe that’s why you’re so cold too.
“You just haven’t found that one person to heat you up.
But he’s out there and he’s waiting, and darn him if he breaks your heart
Because picking up the pieces makes my heart bleed.”
He looked down and then up at me his lips moving like a lullaby.
“When I breathe it like swallowing glass.
But I continue to breathe…just to smell you…
Feel you…against me until my last breath.”
Love is the absolute feeling of making someone smile.
No matter what pain you endure.
It’s the feeling that even when you leave that person,
You’ll come back, and see them smile again.
Love, whether it is family, friends, and lovers.
Is a chain of making one or another smile?
That’s why; even though he couldn’t breathe.
The last thing he breathed in, the last thing he felt, the last thing he said…
Was me, telling me he loved me.