Breathe

I remember the first night in my first apartment that I shared with Jeremy. Well, not the first night. I remember it too, but it didn’t involve Jeremy. It involved sleeping on the floor with Brandy and a bucket just in case I needed to extract my New Year’s Eve beverages. But the first night that he was actually THERE, I remember how, when we went to sleep, it was the kind of quiet that makes you feel like you may have fallen into an abyss and all I could hear was Jeremy’s breaths. They were so slow and peaceful. And I remember thinking that those were the last sounds I would hear before I slept for the rest of my life.

I remember how, when we broke up, I didn’t think that I would be able to sleep with out the rhythmic lullaby. I think that I missed the comfort of that sound more than I actually missed our relationship. I don’t ever want to find myself in that situation again.