when love feels over, remember air

your love is yours, just like breath. pumping in and out, but sometimes you barely notice.

sometimes you get to breathe with someone else's air inside (try it for really sometime - it's fun chanter à deux this way - impress all your friends with team-resonant-liplocked-lovesongs).

and sometimes the wind gets sucked out of you, and you're left alone, gasping.

just remember to breathe. your love is yours. and there is more.