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I see him.
He's breathing hard,
He's panicking.
What do I do?
I hold his face in my hands.
I look him in the eyes and
try to calm him down
I scramble for something to help
My lips connect to his.
His soft lips feel warm and inviting on mine.
I take him by surprise as he leans into me.
But it ends all too soon
His breathing slowed,
and the panic stopped.
"Why did u do that?" He asked.
"I read somewhere that holding your breath stops panic attacks so that's why I kissed you." I answered slowly.
But in my head I knew better.
I knew at that very moment,
that I loved him.
And that was the reason I kissed him.
That is when it changed.
When we made our connection.