I learned to breathe in time with the rhythm of his lungs. He turned over in bed and I turned over too. When we were together it was hard to tell where he ended and I began. It wasn’t always like that, but as each year went by our perspectives became closer and closer until he would say ideas at dinner parties, not even knowing it was me that said them first, and I would say ‘I’ but mean ‘we’. ‘I don’t think abstract art is my kind of thing’; ‘I’m not sure I can be bothered to hear other political views’; ‘I’m not going to go to that birthday, I think I’ll have more fun at that other party.’
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