In and out.

I thought you were my oxygen tank. When you left I didn't know how to breathe. I felt as if a part of me was ripped away. In a way it was. It was my fault for getting so attached to you in such a short time. The time we had seemed never ending but it ended with a blink of an eye.

I closed my eyes and tried to take a breathe, yet I was still struggling for air. 

I was frustrated beyond belief. Then it occurred to me, yes you were my oxygen tank. Yes, you made me happier than words could explain. But I would always be my permanent oxygen tank. I may be low at times and need someone else, but ultimately I make my decisions.

And I would never let myself suffocate without warning.