“Just breathe," my mom would say, "Ten tiny breaths... Seize them. Feel them. Love them.”
“Just breathe," my mom would say, "Ten tiny breaths... Seize them. Feel them. Love them.”
K.A. Tucker
“Do You think it matters if they're tiny or deep? he asked. Well, if they're not tiny breaths and they're not deep breaths, then they're just ... breaths. Then you're just breathing for the sake of ... breathing. ... Seize them. Feel them. Love them ...”
K.A. Tucker, Ten Tiny Breaths“No human can bury their past indefinitely. It’s only a matter of time before you crack.”
K.A. Tucker, Ten Tiny Breaths“There’s no getting better, Storm. This is it.” There’s no coming back from the dead.”
K.A. Tucker, Ten Tiny Breaths“Must have been some kind a nightmare.”“Yeah,” I answer, my usual calm, vacant voice returning. “Can’t wait to wake up.”
K.A. Tucker, Ten Tiny Breaths“He leans in closer and closer until his breath caresses my mouth. I’m paralyzed. I swear he’s going to kiss me. I swear I’m going to let him.”
K.A. Tucker, Ten Tiny Breaths“I could lay here and stare at him forever. I don’t want to let go. Ever.”
K.A. Tucker, Ten Tiny Breaths“I barrel into his arms, my mouth connecting with his. Seizing him. Feeling him. Loving him.”
K.A. Tucker, Ten Tiny Breaths“What’s wrong is that every morning and every night, I lie in bed wondering why you’re not beside me.”
K.A. Tucker, Ten Tiny Breaths“What the hell do I have to do to get your attention? Do I need to get up there?” I throw an arm toward the stage. His eyes swell for just a second, in shock. He reaches forward to hold my hands, but he catches himself in time and instead folds them across his chest. “Believe me, you have my full attention.”
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