I have the deepest affection for intellectual conversations. The ability to just sit and talk. About love, about life, about anything, about everything . Bound by no obligations, barred by no human limitations .
It hurts. The hurt is how we know it was love. The absence we feel is proof that what we had is something that can be lost. And when does the hurt stop? If it was love, it won't. Ugh I hate summer holidays I miss my bf so much