When you think you've moved on, think again. Have you really? Do you still seek for him in the crowd? Do you still wish the eyes you are looking at are honeylike instead of dark? Do you still flinch everytime you kiss someone because they don't taste like coffee and cinnamon—like him? Do you still leave the key under the mat, just in case he comes back home?

You think you've moved on, but honey. You haven't.

—    d.f.p // italktothemoon