They say true love is hard to find. But I found it in blue, gray-rimmed eyes that stay on me long after I’ve left the room. I found it in a smile that forms even when I’ve said nothing funny. I’ve found it in strong arms that have broken my falls before I’ve even slipped. They say if you find true love, you should hold on to it. But how do you hold on to something that’s woven into the fabric of your soul? How do you hold on to something you’ve never been without, like oxygen?
