When you like someone, you realize that you have always regarded her breath as the foundation of the night after she leaves. We thought separation was a choice, but later we realized that it was just two people learning to pretend they didn't need it at the same time. Love will not disappear, it will just sink and be suppressed in all the sleepless nights. When you can't hold it any longer, it will resurface. And you lasted a long time. Me too.
Concept: Some love is separated by a comma, not a period.
