If the air molecules in your lungs right this moment could speak, they would laugh with joy instead…
Mary Holden

I don’t know why but your comment reminds me of a quote by Iain Thomas:

“If I breathe you in and you breathe me out, I swear we can breathe forever. I swear I’ll find summer in your winter and spring in your autumn and always, hands at the ends of your fingers, arms at the ends of your shoulders and I swear, when we run out of forever, when we run out of air, your name will be the last word that my lungs make air for”

Thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts Mary Holden! Cheers :)