It will take all your heart, it will take all your breath. It will be short, it will not be simple.

I'm going to take you somewhere and kiss you until you can't think or move or breathe.

Losing you will hurt, it will be the kind of pain that won't feel real at first, and when it does, it will take my breath away.

There are days when you need someone who just want to be your sunshine and not the air you breath.

With my last breath, I’ll exhale my love for you. I hope it’s a cold day, so you can see what you meant to me.?

One day you will kiss a man you can't breathe without, and find that breath is of little consequence.

Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.