Look the Part

by Jewel E. Ann

“And you’re the first breath of oxygen that’s touched my lungs in ten years,” he whispers in my ear.

“I’m going to love you so hard, time won’t matter … distance won’t matter … all you’ll feel when you take each breath … is my love.”

Those who love you the most, will cherish what you cherish. They’ll nurture what makes you—you.