I feel your absence only when I draw breath. It's like a missing piece inside me, only noticed when air fills my lungs. In those quiet moments between inhales and exhales, the emptiness echoes. I go on with life, but the ache hides, waiting for each intake of air to remind me. Breathing turns into a reminder of your presence that’s now gone. When I'm busy, the yearning subsides. But once I pause, the feeling comes rushing back, as if my breath carries the weight of my longing. It's a paradox – the very act that keeps me alive is the one that tugs at my heart the most. Breathing becomes a bittersweet action, a connection to memories. Each breath is a bridge between the life I have now and the moments when you were here. So, I keep breathing, because that's what I do. Yet, with every breath, there's a tiny thought, a whisper in my mind, saying that I only truly miss you in the fragile space between inhale and exhale. It’s a silent confession, a truth I can't escape. And so, I continue breathing, carrying your memory with each heartbeat, in the quiet ache that accompanies the rhythm of life.
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I feel your absence only when I draw breath. It's like a missing piece inside me, only noticed when air fills my lungs. In those quiet moments between inhales and exhales, the emptiness echoes. I go on with life, but the ache hides, waiting for each intake of air to remind me. Breathing turns into a reminder of your presence that’s now gone.

When I'm busy, the yearning subsides. But once I pause, the feeling comes rushing back, as if my breath carries the weight of my longing. It's a paradox – the very act that keeps me alive is the one that tugs at my heart the most. Breathing becomes a bittersweet action, a connection to memories. Each breath is a bridge between the life I have now and the moments when you were here.

So, I keep breathing, because that's what I do. Yet, with every breath, there's a tiny thought, a whisper in my mind, saying that I only truly miss you in the fragile space between inhale and exhale. It’s a silent confession, a truth I can't escape. And so, I continue breathing, carrying your memory with each heartbeat, in the quiet ache that accompanies the rhythm of life.