In that first breath I took before it happened, I let go. I saw you float away from me, although the memories still linger. Hopefully, they will never fade. There’s still a little cut and every time you try to hurt me, it’s like it just gets a little more infected but slightly smaller. In that second breath, I looked in to his eyes and saw something that I had seen in you. I took that last breath and I took that plunge. Parts of you, parts of me, parts of him, parts of her, parts of our pasts fell in front of us and we laid it all out for each other, like a red carpet. I can still feel his hands on my skin, I can feel my thoughts thinking your name. I can feel myself fighting love, feel myself wanting to speak those words but knowing that this is not the meaning of love. This is physical. You taught me that it was so much more, I can’t let myself believe that.