Free Choice 3

You are someone whom I could love falling in love with. Someone whose breath rises and falls with the same crescendo of life that first drew me toward your hand. And when that breath recedes mine too falls, slowly awaiting the return of life with life. And when you take that final breath, mine too will cease to rise and fall with the same purpose as it did when we were but two beings who clumsily became one at no fault of their own or will to stop it or knowledge as to how this could have happened.

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