I love waking up from a nap 

and not feeling a tightness in my chest anymore

It means my anxiety is gone for the moment

and my breathing habits are corrected


I love cranking open my bedroom window

to let in the cold winter air

It fills my lungs with Crisp Freshness

and freezes my hands

but I love it anyway 


I love calling you

and looking in your eyes

and smiling

and laughing

and talking

and sharing my life with you


Because when I do, I am breathing

I'm alive





I feel safe with you

Even though we may be miles apart


Thank God for you

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