You are the air that I breathe, you are every single molecule that fills up my lungs in every cycle of my respiratory system. You are the cold breeze that brushes through my hair in summer, that comfortable whisper in times of my every need. You are the warmth that fills my room in the winter, placing me under your arms, more secure than a blanket whenever the fireplace runs out of wood.

You are the air that I breathe. Everytime I inhale, I can feel you inside me wandering through the sacs of my lungs, giving oxygen to my blood that rushes through my heart. Everytime I exhale, I can feel you exit my body, but I can always feel you around me lingering around. This cycle continues, wherever I may be, you are always there keeping me alive.

You are the air that I breathe. You are the air that I could never ask for, you are always there. You are the air that I choose to take for granted, you are always there. You are the air that will never be of much value, you are always there. But someday, someday, you might fade. Someday you might choose to walk away, you’re all I have.

Let me breathe again.