i can't breathe
his body crushing mine, warmth seeping through my soul, our fingers intertwined
playful touches, muffled giggles
i can't breathe
heaving cries that fill the silence of his leaving, the air escaping my lungs, choking on my sorrows
heavy days, long nights, without you.
Last updated on:2026-01-27T23:17:02+05:30
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when you think of him now, is it the touch you miss most, or the comfort of having someone there with you?
that feeling of being crushed by memory is real. what helped me a bit was letting myself fully feel it in small bursts instead of fighting it all at once
the way his absence makes even air feel heavy. i remember lying there, fingers intertwined with memories, trying not to sob. it’s brutal