I grew up learning how to breathe underwater.

Till the day you pulled my head above the waves to show me what breathing really was.

The tides relentless and forthcoming (though arguably they couldn’t help it, it was really the Moon’s doing). Some breaths were of air. Some were of water. But it still beat being submerged.

Now you want me to breathe underwater again.

I’m not sure if I can.

But I’m sure I can’t do it without you.

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