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When he looked at me it was as if every ounce of breath was taken from my lungs and floated into the air like a ribbon of smoke. Every time his touch so gentle like a feather, stroked my skin, it felt like he was untying all of my knots. Holding me for eternity in the arms I've grown so accustomed to. This is what falling was like, a story you never wanted to end, but for the past three years we had put a stop to the it. For so long I had longed for it to blossom back to us, and now I can't bare to lose it - lose this thing that makes me feel so complete.