it is starting to hurt again.
shouldn’t i be happy that you’re happy?
are you happy? 

i never liked taking photos. but these days, photo are the only way that people could remember. even me. 
whenever i see a photo, i remember everything. that very moment, how you skin felt brushing against mine. how the wind would mess up both of our hair. how brown your eyes are as the sun light pierce through it. how your lips tasted.

If you think about it, its kinda stupid that a photo can remind you of everything that you had and everything that you’ve lost.

sucks doesn’t it

it is starting to hurt again.
shouldn’t i be happy that you’re happy?
are you happy?

i never liked taking photos. but these days, photo are the only way that people could remember. even me.
whenever i see a photo, i remember everything. that very moment, how you skin felt brushing against mine. how the wind would mess up both of our hair. how brown your eyes are as the sun light pierce through it. how your lips tasted.

If you think about it, its kinda stupid that a photo can remind you of everything that you had and everything that you’ve lost.

sucks doesn’t it

orhgasm