Being out of breath can be so beautiful, when you tickle me 'till I can't stop laughing and don't get time to breathe, when your words are so full of love they take my breath away or when you look so handsome I can't breathe. But sometimes being out of breath isn't that pretty, when I lay in bed and think about the words you yelled at me that night and I cry and my lungs hurt and I don't remember how to breathe, when I'm by myself and think about what could've been and I get dizzy and just stop breathing, when I'm walking down the streets at night, alone, wishing to be next to you and fall down on my knees, broken, losing all the air that once was in my lungs. You took my breath away a lot of times by now.
~ @iluvwandee on twitter ~
