The Sound of Your Breathing

You've been coming around more often lately. Or perhaps I've just been more aware of you. I hear your whispers throughout my entire day now. Running commentary on my decisions and answers to my questions for you. You have a sense of humour! Who knew? You used to reside in the back of my mind, but that's not where I want you to be anymore. I'm keeping you in front now, every moment of every day. I want to hear you before I hear myself. I want your words to be my words. I need you close all the time. You, sitting next to me in school. You, holding my hand when I'm nervous. You, your arms around me, comforting me when I need it most. You, lying next to me, holding me at night. My head against your chest, the rise and fall, the pattern of your breathing, the beating of your heart, so full of love that I can barely stand it. It's an uncomfortable thought to think--that you love me as much as you do, yet it's the biggest comfort I've ever experienced. What could be better than to be loved by someone who knows nothing but love for me?