breathe

You feel it don't you? That familiar sense of heartache.

Its memory lingers. It stings, but you don't want it to leave.

Bittersweet.

You breathe it in. The emotions, the memories, the sights and sounds.

You take it all in. And you clutch to it. Not wanting to let go.

Holding your breath.

But you know it's time to let go. It's time to exhale.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Breathe easy child.

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Switchfoot - Stitches