mây

you bit my lip when i kissed you and i bit my tongue not to tell you that i missed you.
          
          

sao đến bây giờ mình mới biết đến cuốn The seven husbands of Evelyn Hugo nhỉ. mất mát lớn ghê:((

Something very simple. You don’t wake up one day and decide you’re over an unrequited love. You realise, softly, the fork half-way to your mouth while out at lunch with a friend, that you haven’t dreamt about them in a while. In a long while. You can separate the concept of being happy from being happy because of them.