• upabovethebubblespace 5w

    "What was it like to be loved?"

    She smiled.

    "Don't you know?"

    "How can I not know?
    It's like breathing fine
    without air.
    It's like feeling the
    breeze along your arms
    on a warm day.
    It's like seeing colors
    in darkness.
    Hearing murmurs
    in silence."

    "Do you still feel it?"

    She kept quiet.