Running always felt so good, it was when I felt the most alive. The wind through my hair, the ground passing under my feet, the throbbing pound of my blood through my veins. It was exhilarating. I ran alone, but most often, I ran with Erik by my side. The only sounds the thud thud thud of our foot falls as we moved. It was play, it was work, it was freedom, pure and simple. When he ran with me, I always felt more aware, more at peace. My world was never right without him by my side. It had been that way as long as I could remember.
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