Maybe I spend to much time with you. Maybe I’m always wanting to breathe the same air that you breathe. Maybe when we’re apart, I look up into the sky, and thank the heavens that you and I share the same blanket of stars. Maybe knowing that somewhere in this world you stare at the same moon that I do, brings comfort to my soul. Maybe you are my breath, the one that God sent to restore life into me again. Maybe you did. Maybe you believe differently than I do, or maybe you have your own views of what you mean to this world. Maybe I will always see you for who you truly are, an angel. Maybe I scare you with my words. Maybe I know no other way to be. Maybe this is just me. Maybe this will always be me.