If I breathe you in and you breathe me out, I swear we can breathe forever. I swear I’ll find summer in your winter and spring in your autumn and always, hands at the ends of your fingers, arms at the ends of your shoulders and I swear, when we run out of forever, when we run out of air, your name will be the last word that my lungs make air for.    Foreword This is the sequel to my other story I Wrote This For You. You should read that one before you start on this one. Thank you to all the ones who have encouraged me to write this. I love you guys!