If I had to choose between breathing and loving you,
I would use my last breath to say,
“I love you.”
Because love like this isn’t just a feeling—
it’s the very air I breathe,
the rhythm of my heart,
the reason I exist.
Even if the world demanded everything from me,
even if time ran out,
even if silence was all that remained—
I would still find a way
to let you know
that loving you was my greatest truth.
And if that final breath
was all I had left,
I wouldn’t waste it on fear, regret, or goodbye.
I’d spend it on you—
on the words that held my soul:
“I love you.”
