[inhale exhale]

” he loved her touch. it gave him the strongest sense of calm and safety and assurance he’d ever known. it gave him goose bumps, even in those bleakest of moments, when she dropped her head on his shoulder or put her hand around his and squeezed. it still gave him butterflies and the tender nervousness usually associated with the first words, the first kiss, the first time, those beautiful and innocent moments that the world and the cynics will eat away at because that’s what they do. that’s their job. to pull back those white curtains of innocence and snatch them away. but even then, in that most brutal reality and sudden bottoming out of life, her touch, her breath on his neck, her presence, was the most comforting and intoxicating and beautiful thing in the world still. it was beauty. it was God’s hand painting the sky. it was the most amazing feeling in the world. “

                                                                         -jason myers [dead end]