Merveilleuse

I like the type of modest and shy happiness, ones where creep up to me slowly when I'm walking alone and suddenly just because. Then that unfathomable curve of lips from remembering. And happiness of slow, gentle memories so sharp but distant it is the entire essence of my mind and nothing else, and not a minute passes that I don't think about it. That is how much it pains and pleasures me to be happy in your (never)presence.

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Photos from the weekend in black and white: