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Loving and living are hardly different.


Loving and living are hardly different.

The difference between a breath of fresh air and a lover's grasp is hardly noted.

Breathing is something hardly noted when you are in love.

When you are in the arms of someone else, you hear the heart of someone else, you hear the rhythmic metabolism of another body of another story of another character.

A new chapter.

Loving and living are hardly different.

He started to live when he saw her

She started to love when she saw him

They started to grow when they kissed and the vines of their bloodlines breathed as their skins metaphysically intertwined and claimed for more of each other.

He claimed her heart and her mind as a whole and she wrote him endless love poems.

He said that she was his favorite book and she let him fold her edges and scribble on the margins of his favorite pages of her body, as she told him the story of each curve and each scar. Each touch and each glance.

Loving and living are hardly different.

She told him she wanted an endless love for as long as he did too. She read him the spreads of new poetry threads she had been working on and guided herself by the colors of the stars when reflected on his words, and the birds she heard when he sang her name.

Living to him was being held by her and loving to her was holding him.

She promised that every time he cried she would kiss the tears away on his cheekbones and say I love you so many times he forgot the water streaming down and he swore everytime she was hurt his word would work like a band-aid and his first aid kit would be solely made of badly written song lyrics and love.

Breathing is something hardly noted when you are in love.

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