This is how you become friends with somebody that you used to love.
You have to begin to miss them in a different way, with no strings attached, no romantic entanglements in mind. No lingering eyes or connecting telephone lines, no warm embracing when you need embracing, no whispering pillow talks in the middle of the night. You have to miss them differently, with time and distance and space in between. You have to learn the difference with being in love with what you had and who they were with you and loving them for who they are now, who they could be, without you, separate, apart.


“你生气，我会心痛。”  I only hope that you do think of me every now and then, and that I do occupy a part of your heart. I don't know what's love. I only know that when I'm with you, I'm truly happy.