Laughing All The Way

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

He paid attention

I was reading something and I just remembered:

He said that I breathed differently when we were having sex. I realized he was right. It was like my lungs were making accommodations for him. I changed my breathing patterns for him. Sometimes I wish I weren’t so willing to be impressionable.

But I see the truth, now, from afar. I no longer have to work to breathe. I don’t have to fight for air.

Quite honestly, suffocation and love can be so hard to distinguish.