Sitting at my desk at work I realized that he makes me feel like I've lost my breath. After getting a particularly lovely text from him, I always had to remind myself to breath again.
And maybe that's what being in love is like? But I don't think so. I always hated not breathing. I'm a decent swimmer, but I'll never be very good at it because I'm so afraid of being without air. Drowning or suffocation are the ways I pray to God I will never die. Honestly (just in case you haven't gotten it yet), not being able to breathe is one of my worst fears.
All you romantics out there will tell me, "Let go of your fears! Accept that he takes your breath away! That's what being in love is all about."
But that's not healthy. Constantly being without oxygen harms your brain. He isn't good for me, and the fact that he makes me forget to breathe just proves that.
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