The Same Air

Every single day.

I might have been laughing and smiling 15 minutes ago or yesterday, but there isn’t a moment that goes by that I don’t long to breath the same air as my love, to reach out and hold her hand, to see her smile, or the sparkle in her eyes. I know that for the rest of my days breathing I will feel this way as our love was a deeply rooted love that didn’t die with her.