You feel this wind? The air? Inhale it. How crisp and fresh it is. And then in the next moment it'll be warm, or cold, or something entirely different; but do I need it? I definitely need it. To breathe. Stay alive.
She is like this air for me. She can change, be different, be still in one moment and then play with my hair in the next - like this wind is doing now - but I'll always need her, for she is the reason my soul is breathing, staying alive.